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MACMILLAT^S STANDARD LIBRARY
THE CALL OF THE WILD
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' And beyond that fire . . . Buck could see many gleaming
coals, two by two. always two by two."
See page T14,
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Illustrated by PHIUP R.. GOODWIN
and CHARLE.S LIVINGSTON BULL
Decoratad by CHA.S. EDW: HOOPERj
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C0ll£6£
Stt up, doctrotyped, and published July, 1903. Repriotad
July; August, September, December, 190$ 9 Jmnuny* Maid^
September, Hovtmbtr, igD^; Fetewy,Apri|» tgof I Janunry,
April, November, X906; June, 1907.
«, S. OMhing & Co. -- Berwick & Siallil 00^
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CONTENTS
L Into the Primitivb • •
11. The Law op Club and Fang •
HI. The Dominant Primordial Beast
IV. Who has won to Mastership •
V. The Toil op Trace and Trail
VI. For the Love op a Man •
VII. The Sounding op the Call •
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^^'AfiillfflOQnroie'* • o « » • • 192
«« Lying down when die mooie stood idn'* • • 215
^«In die sommers there Is one visitor o • • to that
vailey» • • • a great, gloriously ooated wolf*' • 229
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INTO THE PRIMITIVE
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Into the Primitive
«« Old longings nomadic leap.
Chafing at custom's cham |
Again from its brumal sleep
Wakens the ferine strain, **
BUCK did not read the newspapers, or
I he would have known that trouble
' was brewing, not alone for himself
but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle
and with warm, long hdr, from Puget Sound
to San Diego. Because men, groping in the
Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal, and
because steamship and transportation companies
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were booming the find, thousands of men were
rushing into the Northland. These men
wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were
heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to
toil, and furry coats to protect them from the
frost.
Buck lived at a big house in the sun-
kissed Santa Clara Valley. Judge Miller's
place, it was called. It stood back from the
road, half hidden among the trees, through
which glimpses could be caught of the wide
cool veranda that ran around its four sides.
The house was approached by gravelled drive-
ways which wound about through wide-spread-
ing lawns and uhder the interlacing boughs
of tall poplars. At the rear things were on
even a more spacious scale than at the front.
There were great stables, where a dozen
grooms and boys held forth, rows of vine-
clad servants' cottages, an endless and orderly
^rray of outhouses, long grape arbors, green
pastures, orchards, and berry patches. Then
there was the pumping plant for the artesian
well, and the big cement tank whisre Judge
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Miller's boys took their morning plunge and
kept cool in the hot afternoon.
And over this great demesne Buck ruled.
Here he was born^ and here he had lived the
four years of his life. It was true, there were
other dogs. There could not but be other
dogs on so vast a place, but they did not
count. They came and went, resided in the
populous kennels, or lived obscurely in the
recesses of the house after the fashion of
Toots, the Japanese pug, or Ysabel, the
Mexican hairless, — strange creatures that rarely
put nose out of doors or set foot to ground.
On the other hand, there were the fox terriers,*
a score of them at least, who yelped fearful
promises at Toots and Ysabel looking out of
the windows at them and protected by t
legion of housemaids armed with brooms and
mops.
But Buck was neither house-dog nor kennel*
dog. The whole realm was his. He plunged
into the swimming tank or went hunting
with the Judge's sons; he escorted Mollie
and Alice, the Judge's daughters, on long twi-*
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fight or early morning rambles ; on wintry nights
he lay at the Judge's feet before the roaring
library fire; he carried the Judge's grand-
sons on his back, or rolled them in the grass,
and guarded their footsteps through wild ad-
ventures down to the fountain in the stable
yard, and even beyond, where the paddocks
were, and the berry patches. Among the
terriers he stalked imperiously, and Toots and
Ysabel he utterly ignored, for he was king, —
king over all creeping, crawling, flying things
of Judge Miller's place, humans included.
His father, Elmo, a huge St. Bernard, had
been the Judge's inseparable companion, and
Buck bid fair to follow in the way of his father.
He was not so large, — he weighed only one
hundred and forty pounds, — for his mother,
Shep, had been a Scotch shepherd dog. Never-
theless, one hundred and forty pounds, to which
was added the dignity that comes of good living
and universal respect, enabled him to carry him-
self in right royal fashion. During the four
years since his puppyhood he had lived the life
of a sated aristocrat; he had a fine pride in him-
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gelf, was cvci' a trifle egoristical, as country
gentlemen ;$cmetimes become because of their
insular siituation. But he had saved himself by
not oecoming a mere pampered house-dog.
Hunting and kindred outdoor delights had
kept down the fat and hardened his muscles ;
and to him, as to the cold-tubbing races, the
love of water had been a tonic and a health
preserver.
And this was the manner of dog Buck was
in the fell of 1897, when the Klondike strike
dragged men from all the world into the
frozen North. But Buck did not read the
newspapers, and he did not know that Manuel,
one of the gardener's helpers, was an undesir-
able acquaintance. Manuel had one besetting
sin. He loved to play Chinese lottery. Also,
in his gambling, he had one besetting weak-
ness — faith in a system; and this made his
damnation certain. For to play a system re-
quires money, while the wages of a gardener's
helper do not lap over the needs of a wife and
numerous progeny.
The Judge was at a meeting of the Raisin
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, Growers' Association, and the boys were busy
organizing an athletic club» on the memorable
night of ManueFs treachery. No one saw him
and Buck go off through the orchard on what
Buck imagined was merely a stroll. And with
the exception of a solitary man, no one saw
them arrive at the little flag station known as
College Park. This man talked with Manuel,
and money chinked between them.
** You might wrap up the goods before you
deliver 'm/* the stranger said gruffly, and
Manuel doubled a piece of stout rope around
Buck's neck under the collar,
"Twist it, an' you'll choke 'm plentee,'^
said Manuel, and the stranger grunted a ready
affirmative.
Buck had accepted the rope with quiet dig-
nity. To be sure, it was an unwonted perform-
ance: but he had learned to trust in men he
knew, and to give them credit for a wisdom
that outrcached his own. But when the ends
of the rope were placed in the stranger's hands,
he growled menacingly. He had merely tnd*'
mated his displeasure, in his pride belitving
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that to intimate was to command. But to hit
surprise the rope tightened around his neck»
shutting ofF his breath. In quick rage he
sprang at the man, who met him halfway,
grappled him close by the throat, and with a
deft twist threw him over on his back. Then,
the rope tightened mercilessly, while Buck;
struggled in a fury, his tongue lolling out of
his mouth and his great chest panting futilely.
Never in all his life had he been so vilely
treated, and never in all his life had he been
so angry. But his strength ebbed, his eyes
glazed, and he knew nothing when the train
was flagged and the two men threw him into
the baggage car.
The next he knew, he was dimly aware that
his tongue was hurting and that he was being
jolted along in some kind of a conveyance.
The hoarse shriek of a locomotive whistling a
crossing told him where he was. He had
travelled too often with the Judge not to know
the sensation of riding in a baggage car. He
opened his eyes, and into them came the
unbridled anger of a kidnapped king. The
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man sprang for his throat, but Buck was too
quick for hinie His jaws dosed on the hand,
nor did they relax till his senses were choked
out of him once more,
**Yep, has fits/' the man sdd, hiding his
mangled hand from the baggageman, who had
been attracted by the sounds of struggle.
*• I'm takin' 'm up for the boss to 'Frisco. .
A crack dog-doctor there thinks that he can
cure 'm."
Concerning that night's ride, the man spoke
most eloquently for himself, in a little shed
back of a saloon on the San Francisco water
front
"All I get is fifty for it," he grumbled;
"an' I wouldn't do it over for t thousand,
cold cash."
His hand was wrapped in a bloody hand-
kerchief, and the right trouser leg was ripped
from knee to anklco
" How much did the other mug get?" the
saloon-keeper demanded.
"A hundred," was the reply. "Wouldn't
take a sou less, so help meo"
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•"That makes a hundred and fifty," the
idoon-keeper calculated; ^^and he's worth it^
or Fm a squarehead.'*
The kidnapper undid the bloody wrappings
and looked at his lacerated hand. ^ If I don't
get the hydrophoby — "
** It'll be because you was born to hang,"
laughed the saloon-keeper. " Here, lend me a
hand before you pull your freight," he added.
Dazed, suffering intolerable pain from
throat and tongue, with the life half throttled
out of him. Buck attempted to face his tor-
mentors. But he was thrown down and
choked repeatedly, till they succeeded in filing
the heavy brass collar from off his neck.
Then the rope was removed, and he was flung
into a cagelike crate.
There he lay for the reminder of the weary
night, nursing his wrath and wounded pride. He
could not understand what it all meant. What
did they want with him, these strange men?
Why were they keeping him pent up in this
aiarrow crate? He did not know why, but
he ftJt oppressed by the vague sense of im*'
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pending calamity. Several times during the
night he sprang to his feet when the shed door
rattled open, expecting to see the Judge, or the
boys at least* But each time it was the bulg<»
ing face of the saloon-keeper that peered in
at him by the sickly light of a tallow candle.
And each time the joyful bark that trembled
in Buck's throat was twisted into a savage
growl
But the saloon-keeper let him alone, and in
the morning four men entered and picked up
the crate. More tormentors. Buck decided^
for they were eWHooldng creatures, ragged
and unkempt; and he stormed and raged at
them through the bars. ^They only laughed
and poked sticks at him, which he promptly
assailed with his teeth till he realized that that
was what they wanted. Whereupon he lay
down sullenly and allowed the crate to be
lifted into a wagon. Then he, and the crate
in which he was imprisoned, began a passage
through many hands. Clerks in the express
office took charge of him ; he was carted about
m another wagon ; a truck carried him, with ta
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sssortment of boxes and parcels, upon a ferry
steamer; he was trucked off the steamer into
a great railway depot, and finally he was de-
posited in an express car.
For two days and nights this express car
was dragged along at the tail of shrieking loco-
motives; and for two days and nights Buck
neither ate nor drank. In his anger he had
met the first advances of the express mes-
sengers with growls, and they had retaliated by
teasing him. When he fiung himself against
the bars, quivering and fi*othing, they laughed
at him and taunted him. They growled and
barked like detestable dogs, mewed, and
flapped their arms and crowed. It was all
very silly, he knew; but therefore the more
outrage to his dignity, and his anger waxed
and waxed. He did not mind the hunger so
much, but the lack of water caused him severe
suffering and fanned his wrath to fever-pitch.
For that matter, high-strung and finely sensi-
tive, the ill treatment had flung him into a
fever, which was fed by the inflammation of his
parched and swollen throat and tongue.
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He was glad for one thing : the rope
off his neck. That had given them an un&ir
advantage ; but now that it was off, he would
show them. They would never get another
rope around his neck. Upon that he was
resolved. For two days and nights he neither
ate nor drank, and during those two days and
nights of torment, he accumulated a fund of
wrath that boded ill for whoever first fell foul
of him. His eyes turned blood-shot, and he
was metamorphosed into a raging fiend. So
changed was he that the Judge himself would
not have recognized him; and the express
messengers breathed with relief when they
bundled him off the train at Seattle.
Four men gingerly carried the crate firom
the wagon into a small, high-walled back yard.
A stout man, mA a red sweater that sagged
generously at the neck, came out and signed
the book for the driver. That was the man.
Buck divined, the next tormentor, and he
hurled himself savagely against the bars. The
man smiled grimly, and brought a hatchet and
a dub.
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^ Ton ain*t going to take him out now ? *
the driver asked.
^ Sure/' the man repfied, driving tl^ hatchet
into the crate for a pry.
There was an instantaneous scattering of
die ibur men who had carried it in, and from
safe perches on top the wall they prepared to
watch the performance.
Buck rushed at the splintering wood, sink-
ing his teeth into it, surging and wrestling
with it. Wherever the hatchet fell on the out-
side, he was there on the inside, snarling and
growling, as furiously anxious to get out as the
man in the red sweater was calmly intent on
getting him out.
**Now, you red-eyed devil,** he said, when
he had made an opening sufficient for the pas-
sage of Buck's body. At the same time he
dropped the hatchet and shifted the dub to
his right hand.
And Buck was truly a red-eyed devil, as he
drew himself together for the spring, hair bris-
tling, mouth foaming, a mad glitter in his blood-
shot eyes. Straight at the man he launched
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his one hundred and forty pounds of fury, sur-
charged with the pent passion of two days and
nights. In mid air, just as his jaws were about
to close on the man, he received a shock that
checked his body and brought his teeth together
with an agonizing clip. He whirled over, fetch-
ing the ground on his back and side. He had
never been struck by a club in his life, and did
not understand. With a snarl that was part
bark and more scream he was again on his feet
and launched into the air. And again the
shock came and he was brought crushingly to
the^ ground. This time he was aware that it
was the club, but his madness knew no caution.
A dozen times he charged, and as often the
club broke the charge and smashed him down.
After a particularly fierce blow, he crawled
to his feet, too dazed to rush. He staggered
limply about, the blood flowing from nose and
mouth and ears, his beautiful coat sprayed and
flecked with bloody slaver. Then the man ad-
vanced and deliberately dealt him a frightful
blow on the nose. All the pain he had endured
was as nothing compared with the exquisite
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agony of this. With a roar that was almost
lionlike in its ferocity, he again hurled himself
at the man. But the man, shifting the club
from right to left, coolly caught him by the
under jaw, at the same time wrenching down-
ward and backward. Buck described a com-
plete circle in the air, and half of another, then
crashed to the ground on his head and chest.
For the last time he rushed. The man
struck the shrewd blow he had purposely with-
held for so long, and Buck crumpled up and
went down, knocked utterly senseless.
** He's no slouch at dog-breakin*, that's wot
I say," one of the men on the wall cried
enthusiastically.
**^Druther break cayuses any day, and twice
on Sundays," was the reply of the driver, as he
climbed on the wagon and started the horses.
Buck's senses came back to him, but not his
strength. He lay where he had fallen, and
from there he watched the man in the red
sweater.
" * Answers to the name of Buck,' " the man
soliloquized, quoting from the saloon-keeper's
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letter which had announced the consignment
of the crate and contents^ ** Well, Buck, my
boy/* he went on in a genial voice, ** we've had
our little ruction, and the best thing we can do
is to let it go at that. YouVe learned your
place, and I know mine. Be a good dog and
all '11 go well and the goose hang high. Be a
bad dog, and PU whale the stuffin' outa you.
Understand ? **
As he spoke he fearlessly patted the head he
had so mercilessly pounded, and though Buck's
h^r involuntarily bristled at touch of the hand,
he endured it without protest. When the man
brought him water he drank eagerly, and later
bolted a generous meal of raw meat, chunk by
chunk, from the man's hand.
He was beaten (he knew that) ; but he was
not broken. He saw, once for all, that he
stood no chance against a man with a club.
He had learned the lesson, and in all his after
life he never forgot it That club was a reve-
lation. It was his introduction to the reign of
primitive law, and he met the introduction hal^
way. The facts of life took on a fiercer aspect ;
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and while he &ced that aspect uncowed^ he
faced it with all the latent cunning of his nature
aroused. As the days went by, other dogs
came^ in crates and at the ends of ropes, some
docilely, and some raging and roaring as he had
come ; and, one and all, he watched them pass
under the dominion of the man in the red
sweater. Again and again, as he looked at each
brutal performance, the lesson was driven home
to Buck : a man with a club was a law^ver, &
master to be obeyed, though not necessarily
conciliated. Of this last Buck was never guilty,
though he did see beaten dogs that fawned
upon the man, and wagged their tails, and
licked his hand. Also he saw one dog, that
would neither condliate nor obey, finally killed
in the struggle for mastery.
Now and agdn men came, strangers, who
talked excitedly, wheedlingly, and in all kinds
of fashions to the man in the red sweater. And
at such dmes that money passed between them
the strangers took one or more of the dogs
away with them. Buck wondered where they
went, for they never came back; but the fear
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of the future was strong upon him, and he
glad each time when he was not selected.
Yet his time came, in the end, in the form
of a little weazened man who spat broken
English and many strange and uncouth excla-
mations which Buck could not understand.
"Sacredaml" he cried, when his eyes lit
upon Buck. ^ Dat one dam bully dog I Eh i
How moch ? '*
•* Three hundred, and a present at that,'*
was the prompt reply of the man in the red
sweater. " And seein* it*s government money,
you ain*t got no kick comings eh, Perrault ? *'
Perrault grinned. Considering that the price
of dogs had been boomed skyward by the un-
wonted demand, it was not an unfair sum for
so fine an animal. The Canadian Government
would be no loser, nor would its despatches
travd the slower. Perrault knew dogs, and
when he looked at Buck he knew that he
was one in a thousand-— ^^One in ten
thousand," he commented mentally.
Buck saw money pass between them, and
was not surprised when Curly, a good-natured
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Newfoundland, and he were led away by the
little weazened man. That was the last he saw
of the man in the red sweater, and as Curly
and he looked at receding Seattle &om the
deck of the Narwhal^ it was the last he saw of
the warm Southland. Curly and he were taken
below by Perrault and turned over to a black-
faced giant called Fran9ois. Perrault was a
French-Canadian, and swarthy; but Fran9ob
was a French-Canadian half-breed, and twice as
swarthy. They were a new kind of men to
Buck (of which he was destined to see many
more), and while he developed no affection for
them, he none the less grew honestly to re-
spect them. He speedily learned that Perrault
and Fran9ois were fair men, calm and impartial
in administering justice, and too wise in the way
of dogs to be fooled by dogs.
In the 'tween-decks of the Narwhal^ Buck
and Curly joined two other dogs. One of
them was a big, snow-white fellow from Spitz«
bergen who had been brought away by a
whaling captain, and who had later accom-
panied a Geological Survey into the BarrtMe
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He was friendly, in a treacherous sort of way,
smiling into one's face the while he meditated
some underhand trick, as, for instance, when
he stole from Buck's food at the first mealo
As Buck sprang to punish him, the lash of
Fran9ois's whip sang through the air, reaching
the culprit first; and nothing remained to
Buck but to recover the bone. That was
fair of Fran9ois, he decided, and the half-
breed began his rise in Buck's estimation.
The other dog made no advances, nor re-
ceived any; also, he did not attempt to steal
from the newcomerso He was a gloomy,
morose fellow, and he showed Curly plainly
that all he desired was to be left alone, and
fiirther, that there would be trouble if he
were not left alone. ^* Dave " he was called,
and he ate and slept, or yawned between
times, and took interest in nothing, not even
when the Narwhal crossed Queen Charlotte
Sound and rolled and pitched and bucked
like a thing possessed. When Buck and
Curly grew excited, half wild with fear, he
nused his head as though annoyed, favored
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them with an incurious glance^ yawned^ and
went to sleep again^
Day and night the ship throbbed to the
tireless pulse of the propeller, and though
one day was very like another, it was appar-
ent to Buck that the weather was steadily
growing colder. At last, one morning, the
propeller was quiet, and the Narwhal was
pervaded with an atmosphere of excitement
He felt it, as did the other dogs, and knew
that a change was at hand. Fran9ois leashed
them and brought them on decko At' the
first step upon the cold surface. Buck's feet
sank into a white mushy something very like
mud. He sprang back with a snort. More
of this white stuff was falling through the
air. He shook himself, but more of it fell
upon himo He sniffed it curiously, then
licked some up on his tongue. It bit like
fire, and the next instant was goneo This
puzzled him. He tried it again, with the
same result. The onlookers laughed up-
roariously, and he felt ashamed, he knew
not why, for it was his first snow.
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THE LAW OF CLUB AND FANG
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The Law of
Club and Fang
BUCK'S first day on the Dyea beach
was like a nightmare. Every hour
was filled with shock and surprise.
He had been suddenly jerked from the heart
of civilization and flung into the heart of
things primordial. No lazy, sun-kissed life
was this, with nothing to do but loaf and be
bored. Here was neither peace, nor rest,
nor a moment's safety. All was confusion
and action, and every moment life and limb
were in peril. There was imperative need
to be constantly alert; for these dogs and
men were not town dogs and men. They
were savages, all of them, who knew no law
but the law of club and fang.
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He had never seen dogs fight as these
wolfish creatures fought, and his first experi-
ence taught him an unfi3rgetable lesson. It
is true, it was a vicarious experience, else
he would not have lived to profit by it.
Curly was the victim. They were camped
near the log store, where she, in her friendly
way, made advances to a husky dog the size
of a full-grown wolf, though not half so large
as she. There was no warning, only a leap
in like a flash, a metallic clip of teeth, a leap
out equally swift, and Curly's face was ripped
open from eye to jaw.
It was the wolf manner of fighting, to
strike and leap away ; but there was more
to it than this. Thirty or forty huskies ran
to the spot and surrounded the combatants
in an intent and silent circle. Buck did not
comprehend that silent intentness, nor the
eager way with which they were licking
their chops. Curly rushed her antagonist,
who struck again and leaped aside. He met
her next rush with his chest, in a peculiar
fashion that tumbled her oflF her feet. She
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never regained them. This was what the on-
looking huskies had waited for. They closed
in upon her^ snarling and yelping, and she
was buried, screaming with agony, beneath
the bristling mass of bodies.
So sudden was it, and so unexpected, that
Buck was taken aback. He saw Spitz run
out his scarlet tongue in a way he had of
laughing; and he saw Fran9ois, swinging an
axe, spring into the mess of dogs. Three
men with clubs were helping him to scatter
them. It did not take long. Two minutes
from the time Curly went down, the last of
her assailants were clubbed off. But she lay
there limp and lifeless in the bloody, trampled
snow, almost literally torn to pieces, the swart
half-breed standing over her and cursing hor-
ribly. The scene often came back to Buck to
trouble him in his sleep. So that was the way.
No fair play. Once down, that was the end
of you. Well, he would see to it that he never
went down. Spitz ran out his tongue and
laughed again, and from that moment Bucjc
hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.
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Before he had recovered from the shock
caused by the tragic passing of Curly, he
received another shock. Fran9ois fastened
upon him an arrangement of straps and
buckles. It was a harness, sach as he had
seen the grooms put on the horses at home.
And as he had seen horses work, so he was
set to work, hauling Fran9ois on a sled to
the forest that fringed the valley, and return-
ing with a load of firewood. Though his
dignity was sorely hurt by thus. being made
a draught animal, he was too wise to rebel.
He buckled down with a will and did his
best, though it was all new and strange.
Francois was stem, demanding instant obe*
dience, and by virtue of his whip receiving
instant obediehce; while Dave, who was an
experienced wheeler, nipped Buck's hind quar-
ters whenever he was in error. Spitz was
the leader, likewise experienced, and while
he could not always get at Buck, he growled
sharp reproof now and again, or cunningly
threw his weight in the traces to jerk Buck
into the way he should go. Buck learned
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easily, and under the combined tuition of hit
two mates and Franfois made remarkable
progress. Ere they returned to camp he
knew enough to stop at "ho/* to go ahead
at " mush," to swing wide on the bends,
and to keep clear of the wheeler when the
loaded sled shot downhill at their heels.
"T'ree vair* good dogs," Fran9ois told
Perrault. "Dat Buck, heem pool lak hell.
I tich heem queek as anything/'
By afternoon, Perrault, who was in a hurry
to be on the trail with his despatches, returned
with two more dogs. " Billee *' and " Joe "
he called them, two brothers, and true huskies
both. Sons of the one mother though they
were, they were as different as day and night.
Billee's one fault was his excessive good
nature, while Joe was the very opposite,
sour and introspective, with a perpetual snarl
and a malignant eye. Buck received them
in comradely fashion, Dave ignored them,
while Spitz proceeded to thrash first one and
then the other. Billee wagged his tail appeas-
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peasement was of no avail, and cried (sdll
appeasingly) when Spitz's sharp teeth scored
his flank. But no matter how Spitz drcled,
Joe whirled atound on his heels to face him,
mane bristling, ears Idd back, lips writhing
and snarling, jaws clipping together as ^t as
he could snap, and eyes diabolically gleaming
— the incarnation of belligerent fear. So
terrible was his appearance that Spitz was
forced to forego disciplining him; but to
cover his own discomfiture he turned upon
the inoffensive and wailing Billee and drove
him to the confines of the camp.
By evening Perrault secured another dog,
an old husky, long and lean and gaunt, with
a battle-scarred face and a single eye which
flashed a warning of prowess that commanded
respect. He was called Sol-leks, which means
the Angry One. Like Dave, he asked
nothing, gave nothing, expected nothing; and
when he marched slowly and deliberately into
their midst, even Spitz left him alone. He
had one peculiarity which Buck was unlucky
enough to discover. He did not like to be
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approached on his blind side. Of this o^ence
Buck was unwittingly guilty, and the first
knowledge he had of his indiscretion was
when Sol-leks whirled upon him and slashed
his shoulder to the bone for three inches up
and down. Forever after Buck avoided his
blind side, and to the last of their comradeship
had no more trouble. His only apparent
ambition, like Dave's, was to be left alone;
though, as Buck was afterward to learn, each
of them possessed one other and^even more
vital ambition.
That night Buck faced the great problem of
sleeping. The tent, illumined by a candle,
glowed warmly in the midst of the white
plain; and when he, as a matter of course,
entered it, both Perrault and Fran9ois bom-
barded him with curses and cooking utensils,
till he recovered from his consternation and
fled ignominiously into the outer cold. A
chill wind was blowing that nipped him sharply
and bit with especial venom into his wounded
shoulder. He lay down on the snow and
attempted to sleep, but the frost soon drove
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hiin shivering to his feet. Miserable and
disconsolate) he wandered about among the
many tents^ only to find that one place was
as cold as another. Here and there savage
dogs rushed upon him, but he bristled his
neck--hair and snaried (for he was learning
&st), and they let him go his way unmolested.
Finally >n idea came to him. He would
return and see how his own team-mates were
making out. To his astonishment, they had
disappeared. Again he wandered about through
the great camp, looking for them, and again he
returned. Were they in the tent ? No, that
could not be, else he would not have been
driven out. Then where could they possibly
bef With drooping tail and shivering body,
very forlorn indeed, he aimlessly circled the
tent. Suddenly the snow gave way beneath
his fore legs and he sank down. Something
wriggled under his feet He sprang back,
bristling and snarling, fearful of the unseen
and unknown. But a friendly little yelp
reassured him, and he went back to investi*
gate. A whifF of warm air ascended to his
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nostrils, and there, curied up under the snow
in a snug ball, lay Billee. He whined plaeat-
ingly, squirmed and wriggled to show his good
will and intentions, and even ventured, as a
bribe for peace, to lick Buck's face with his
warm wet tongue.
Another lesson. So that was the way they
did it, eh ? Buck confidently selected a spot,
and with much fuss and waste effort proceeded
to dig a hole for himself. In a trice the heat
from his body filled the confined space and
he was asleep. The day had been long and
arduous, and he slept soundly and comfort-
ably, though he growled and barked and
wrestled with bad dreams.
Nor did he open his eyes till roused by the
noises of the waking camp. At first he did
not know where he was. It had snowed dur-
ing the night and he was completely buried.
The snow walls pressed him on every side,
and a great surge of fear swept through him —
the fear of the wild thing for the trap. It was
a token that he was harking back through his
own life to the lives of his forebears ; for he
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was a civilized dog, an unduly civilized dog,
and of his own experience knew no trap and
so could not of himself fear it. The muscles
of his whole body contracted spasmodically
and instinctively, the hair on his neck and
shoulders stood on end, and with a ferocious
snarl hd bounded straight up into the blinding
day, the snow flying about him in a flashing
cloud. Ere he landed on his feet, he saw the
white camp spread out before him and knew
where he was and remembered all that had
passed from the time he went for a stroll with
Manuel to the hole he had dug for himself
the night before.
A shout fi-om Franfois hailed his appear-
ance. **Wot I say?" the dog-driver cried
to Perrault. ** Dat Buck for sure learn queek
as anything.**
Perrault nodded gravely. As courier for
the Canadian Government, bearing important
despatches, he was anxious to secure the best
dogs, and he was particularly gladdened by the
possession of Buck.
Three more huskies were added to the
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team inside an hour, making a total of ninci
and before another quarter of an hour had
passed they were in harness and swinging up
the trail toward the Dyea CafLon. Buck was
glad to be gone, and though tne work was
hard he found he did not particularly despise
it. He was surprised at the eagerness which
animated the whole team and which was com-
municated to him; but still more surprising
was the change wrought in Dave and Sol-leks.
They were new dogs* utterly transformed by
the harness. All passiveness and unconcern
had dropped from them. They were alert and
active, anxious that the work should go well,
and fiercely irritable with whatever, by delay
or confusion, retarded that work. The toil
of the traces seemed the supreme expression
of their being, and all that they lived for and
the only thing in which they took delight.
Dave was wheeler or sled dog, pulling in
front of him was Buck, then came Sol-leks ;
the rest of the team was strung out ahead,
single file, to the leader, which posidon was
filled by Spitz.
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Buck had been purposely placed between
Dave and Sol-leks so that he might receive
instruction. Apt scholar that he was^ they
were equally apt teachers, never allowing him
to linger long in error, and enforcfng their
teaching with their sharp teeth, Dave was fair
and very wise. He never nipped Buck with-
out cause, and he never failed to nip him
when he stood in need of it. As Fran9ois's
whip backed him up. Buck found it to be
cheaper to mend his ways than to retaliate.
Once, during a brief halt, when he got tangled
in the traces and delayed the start, both Dave
and Sol-leks flew at him and administered a
sound trouncing. The resulting tangle was
even worse, but Buck took good care to keep
the traces clear thereafter ; and ere the day was
done, so well had he mastered his work, his
mates about ceased nagging him. Francois's
whip snapped less frequently, and Perrault
even honored .Buck by lifting up his feet and
carefully examining them.
It was a hard day's run, up the CafLon,
through Sheep Camp, past the Scales and
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the timber line, across glaciers and snowdrifts
hundreds of feet deep, and over the great
Chilcoot Divide, which stands between the salt
water and the fresh and guards forbiddingly
the sad and lonely North. They made go6d
time down the chain of lakes which fills the
craters of extinct volcanoes, and late that
night pulled into the huge camp at the head
of Lake Bennett, where thousands of gold-
seekers were building boats against the
break-up of the ice in the spring. Buck
made his hole in the snow and slept the sleep
of the exhausted just, but all too early was
routed out in the cold darkness and harnessed
with his mates to the sled.
That day they made forty miles, the trail
being packed ; but the next day, and for many
days to follow, they broke their own trail,
worked harder, and made poorer time. As a
rule, Perrault travelled ahead of the teim, pack-
ing the snow with webbed shoes to make it
easier for them. Fran90is, guiding the sled at
the gee-pole, sometimes exchanged places with
him, but not oftem Perrault was in a hurry.
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and he prided himself on his knowledge of ice,
which knowledge was indispensable^ for the fall
ice was very thin, and where there was swift
water, there was no ice at all.
Day after day, for days unending. Buck
toiled in the traces. Always, they broke camp
in the dark, and the first gray of dawn found
them hitting the trail with fresh miles reeled
off behind them. And always they pitched
camp after dark, eating their bit of fish, and
crawling to sleep into the snow. Buck was
ravenous. The pound and a half of sun-
dried salmon, which was his ration for each
day, seemed to go nowhere. He never had
enough, and suffered from perpetual hunger
pangs. Yet the other dogs, because they
weighed less and were born to the life, re-
ceived a pound only of the fish and managed
to keep in good condition.
He swiftly lost the fastidiousness which had
characterized his old life. A dainty eater, he
found that his mates, finishing first, robbed
him of his unfinished ration. There was no
defending it. While he was fighting off two
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or three, it was disappearing down the throats
of the others. To remedy this, he ate as
fast as they ; and, so greatly did hunger com-
pel him, he was not above taking what did not
belong to him. He watched and learned.
When he saw Pike, one of the new dogs, a
clever malingerer and thief, slyly steal a slice
of bacon when Perrault's back was turned, he
duplicated the performance the following day,
getting away with the whole chunk. A great
uproar was raised, but he was unsuspected;
while Dub, an awkward blunderer who was
always getting caught, was punished for
Buck's misdeed.
This first theft marked Buck as fit to sur-
vive in the hostile Northland environment.
It marked his adaptability, his capacity to ad-
just himself to changing conditions, the lack
of which would have meant swift and terrible
death. It marked, further, the decay or going
to pieces of his moral nature, a vain thing and
a handicap in the ruthless struggle for existence.
It was all well enough in the Southland, under
the law of love and fellowship, to respect pri-
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vate property and personal feelings ; but in the
Northland, under the law of club and fang,
whoso took such things into account was a fool,
and In so far as he observed them he would
fail to prosper.
Not that Buck reasoned it out He was
fit, that was all, and unconsciously he accommo-
dated himself to the new mode of life. All
his days, no matter what the odds, he had
never run from a fight. But the club of the
man in the red sweater had beaten into
him a more fundamental and primitive code.
Civilized, he could have died for a moral
consideration, say the defence of Judge
Miller's riding-whip; but the completeness
of his decivilizadon was now evidenced by
his ability to flee from the defence of a moral
consideration and so save his hide. He did
not steal for joy of it, but because of the
clamor of his stomach. He did not rob
openly, but stx)le secretly and cunningly, out
of respect for club and fang. In short, the
things he did were done because it was easier
to do them than not to do them.
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His development (or retrogression) was
rapid. His muscles became hard as iron,
and he grew callous to all ordinary pain.
He achieved an internal as well as external
economy. He could eat anything, no matter
how loathsome or indigestible; and, once
eaten, the juices of his stomach extracted the
last least particle of nutriment ; and his blood
carried it to the farthest reaches of his body,
building it into the toughest and stoutest of
tissues. Sight and scent became remarkably
keen, while his hearing developed such acute-
ness that in his sleep he heard the faintest
sound and knew whether it heralded peace or
peril. He learned to bite the ice out with his
teeth when it collected between his toes ; and
when he was thirsty and there was a thick
scum of ice over the water hole, he would
break it by rearing and striking it with stiff
fore legs. His most conspicuous trait was
an ability to scent the wind and forecast it a
night in advance. No matter how breathless
the air when he dug his nest by tree or bank,
the wind that later blew inevitably found him
to leeward, sheltered and snug.
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And not only did he learn by experience, but
instincts long dead became alive again. The
domesticated generations fell from him. In
vague ways he remembered back to the youth
of the breed, to the time the wild dogs ranged
in packs through the primeval forest and killed
their meat as they ran it down. It was no
task for him to learn to fight with cut and
slash and the quick wolf snap. In this man-
ner had fought forgotten ancestors. They
quickened the old life within him, and the old
tricks which they had stamped into the hered-
ity of the breed were his tricks. They came
to him without effort or discovery, as though
they had been his always. And when, on the
still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star
and howled long and wolflike, it was his an-
cestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star
and howling down through the centuries and
through him. And his cadences were their
cadences, the cadences which voiced their woe
and what to them was the meaning of the still-
ness, and the cold, and dark.
Thus, as token of what a puppet thing life
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is, the ancient song suited through him and
he came into his own again ; and he came
because men had found a yellow metal in the
North, and because Manuel was a gardener's
helper whose wages did not lap over the
needs of his wife and divers small copies of
himself.
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THE DOMINANT PRIMORDIAL
BEAST
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The Dominant Primordial Beast
THE dominant primordial beast was
strong in Buck, and under the fierce
conditions of trail life it grew and
grew. Yet it was a secret growth. His new-
born cunning gave him poise and control.
He was too busy adjusting himself to the new
life to feel at ease, and not only did he not
pick fights, but he avoided them whenever
possible. A certain deliberateness characterized
his attitude. He was not prone to rashness
and precipitate action ; and in the bitter hatred
between him and Spitz he betrayed no impa-
tience, shunned all ofiFensive acts.
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On the other hand, possibly because he
divined in Buck a dangerous rival. Spitz never
lost an opportunity of showing his teeth. He
even went out of his way to bully Buck, striv-
ing constantly to start the fight which could
end only in the death of one or the other.
Early in the trip this might have taken place
had it not been for an unwonted accident. At
the end of this day they made a bleak and
miserable camp on the shore of Lake Le
Barge. Driving snow, a wind that cut like a
white-hot knife, and darkness had forced them
to grope for a camping place. They could
hardly have fared worse. At their backs rose
a perpendicular wall of rock, and Perrault and
Fran9ois were compelled to make their fire
and spread their sleeping robes on the ice of
the lake itself The tent they had discarded
at Dyea in order to travel light. A few sticks
of driftwood furnished them with a fire that
thawed down through the ice and left them to
eat supper in the dark.
Close in under the sheltering rock Buck
made his nest. So snug and warm was it, that
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he was loath to leave it when Fran9ois dis-
tributed the fish which he had first thawed over
the fire. But when Buck finished his ration
and returned, he found his nest occupied. A
warning snarl told him that the trespasser was
Spitz. Till now Buck had avoided trouble with
his enemy, but this was too much. The beast
in him roared. He sprang upon Spitz with
a fiiry which surprised them both, and Spitz
particularly, for his whole experience with Buck
had gone to teach him that his rival was an
unusually timid dog, who managed to hold his
own only because of his great weight and sizec
Fran9ois was surprised, too, when they shot
out in a tangle from the disrupted nest and he
divined the cause of the trouble. ^ A-a-ah ! **
he cried to Buck. " Gif it to heem, by Gar !
Gif it to heem, the dirty t'eef I "
Spitz was equally willing. He was crying
with sheer rage and eagerness as he circled
back and forth for a chance to spring in.
Buck was no less eager, and no less cautious,
as he likewise circled back and forth for the
advantage. But it was then that the unex-
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pected happened^ the thing which projected
their struggle for supremacy far into the future,
past many a weary mile of trail and toil.
An oath from Perrault, the resounding im*
pact of a club upon a bony frame, and a shrill
yelp of pain, heralded the breaking forth of
pandemonium. The camp was suddenly dis-
covered to be alive with skulking frirry forms,
—starving huskies, four or five score of them,
who had scented the camp from some Indian
village. They had crept in while Buck and
Spitz were fighting, and when the two men
sprang among them with stout clubs they
showed their teeth and fought back. They
were crazed by the smell of the food. Per-
rault found one with head buried in the grub-
box. His club landed heavily on the gaunt
ribs, and the grub-box was capsized on the
ground. On the instant a score of the famished
brutes were scrambling for the bread and bacon.
The clubs fell upon them unheeded. They
yelped and howled under the rain of blows,
but struggled none the less madly till the last
crumb had been devoured.
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In the meantime the astonished team-dogs
had burst out of their nests only to be set
upon by the fierce invaders. Never had Buck
seen such dogs. It seemed as though their
bones would burst through their skins. They
were mere skeletons, draped loosely in drag-
gled hides, with blazing eyes and slavered
fangs. But the hunger-madness made them
terrifying, irresistible. There was no opposing
them. The team-dogs were swept back against
the cliff at the first onset. Buck was beset
by three huskies, and in a trice his head and
shoulders were ripped and slashed. The din
was fiightfuL Billee was crying as usual.
Dave and Sol-leks, dripping blood from a
score of wounds, were fighting bravely side
by side. Joe was snapping like a demon.
Once, his teeth closed on the fore leg of a
husky, and he crunched down through the
bone. Pike, the malingerer, leaped upon the
crippled animal, breaking its neck mth a quick
flash of teeth and a jerk. Buck got a frothing
adversary by the throat, and was sprayed with
blood when his teeth sank through the jugular.
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The warm taste of it in his mouth goaded him
to greater fierceness. He flung himself upon
another, and at the same time felt teeth sink
into his own throat. It was Spitz, treacher-
ously attacking from the side.
Perrault and Fran9oisy having cleaned out
their part of the camp, hurried to save their
sled-dogs. The wild wave of famished beasts
rolled back before them, and Buck shook
himself &ee. But it was only for a moment
The two men were compelled to run back to
save the grub, upon which the huskies re-
turned to the attack on the team. Billee,
terrified into bravery, sprang through the
savage circle and fled away over the ice*.
Pike and Dub followed on his heels, with
the rest of the team behind. As Buck drew
himself together to spring after them, out of
the tail of his eye he saw Spitz rush upon him
with the evident intention of overthrowing
him. Once ofiT his feet and under that mass
of huskies, there was no hope for him. But
he braced himself to the shock of Spitz's
charge, then joined the flight out on the lake.
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Later, the nine team-dogs gathered together
and sought shelter in the forest. Though
unpursued, they were in a sorry plight. There
was not one who was not wounded in four or
five places, while some were wounded griev-
ously. Dub was badly injured in a hind leg ;
Dolly, the last husky added to the team at
Dyea, had a badly torn throat; Joe had lost
an eye; while Billee, the good-natured, with
an ear chewed and rent to ribbons, cried and
whimpered throughout the night. At day-
break they limped warily back to camp, to
find the marauders gone and the two men in
bad tempers. Fully half their grub supply
was gone. The huskies had chewed through
the sled lashings and canvas coverings. In
fact, nothing, no matter how remotely eatable,
had escaped them. They had eaten a pair of
Perrault*s moose-hide moccasins, chunks out
of the leather traces, and even two feet of lash
from the end of Fran9ois*s whip. He broke
from a mournful contemplation of it to look
over his wounded dogs.
**Ah, my frien*s," he said softly, "mebbe
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it mek you mad dog, dose many bites. Mebbe
dl mad dog, sacredam ! Wot you t'ink, eh|
Pcrrault?"
The courier shook his head dubiously. With
four hundred miles of trail still between him
and Dawson, he could ill afford to have
madness break out among his dogs. Two
hours of cursing and exerdon got the harnesses
into shape, and the wound-sdfFened team was
under way, struggling painfully over the hardest
part of the trail they had yet encountered, and
for that matter, the hardest between them and
Dawson.
The Thirty Mile River was wide open. Its
wild water defied the frost, and it was in the
eddies only and in the quiet places that the
ice held at all. Six days of exhausting toil
were required to cover those thirty terrible
miles. And terrible they were, for every foot
of them was accomplished at the risk of life
to dog and man. A dozen times, Perrault,
nosing the way, broke through the ice bridges,
being saved by the long pole he carried, which
he so held that it fell each time across the
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hole made by his body. But a cold snap was
on, the thermometer registering fifty below
zero, and each time he broke through he was
compelled for very life to build a fire and dry
his garments.
Nothing daunted him. It was because
nothing daunted him that he had been chosen
for government courier. He took all nianner
of risks, resolutely thrusting his little weazened
face into the fi-ost and struggling on from dim
dawn to dark. He skirted the fi-owning
shores on rim ice that bent and crackled
under foot and upon which they dared not
halt. Once, the sled broke through, with
Dave and Buck, and they were half-frozen
and all but drowned by the time they were
dragged out The usual fire was necessary to
save them. They were coated solidly with
ice, and the two men kept them on the run
around the fire, sweating and thawing, so close
that they were singed by the flames.
At another time Spitz went through, drag-
ging the whole team after him up to Buck,
who strained backward with all his strength,
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his fore paws on the slippery edge and the
ice quivering and snapping all around. But
behind him was Dave, likewise straining back-
ward, and behind the sled was Fran9ois,
pulling till his tendons cracked.
Again, the rim ice broke away before and
behind, and there was no escape except up
the cliff. Perrault scaled it by a miracle,
while Fran9ois prayed for just that miracle;
and with every thong and sled lashing and the
last bit of harness rove into a long rope, the
dogs were hoisted, one by one, to the cliif
crest. Fran9ois came up last, after the
sled and load. Then came the search for a
place to descend, which descent was ultimately
made by the aid of the rope, and night found
them back on the river with a quarter of a
mile to the day's credit.
By the time they made the Hootalinqua
and good ice. Buck was played out. The
rest of the dogs wfere in like condition; but
Perrault, to make up lost time, pushed them
late and early. The first day they covered
thirty-five miles to the Big Salmon; the next
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day thirty-five more to the Little Salmon ; the
third day forty miles^ which brought them well
up toward the Five Fingers. v
Buck's feet were not so compact and hard
as the feet of the huskies. His had softened
during the many generations since the day
his last wild ancestor was tamed by a cave-
dweller or river man. All day long he
limped in agony^ and camp once made, lay
down like a dead dog. Hungry as he was,
he would not move to receive his ration of
fish, which Fran9ois had to bring to him.
Also, the dog-driver rubbed Buck's feet for
half an hour each night after supper, and
sacrificed the tops of his own moccasins to
make four moccasins for Buck. This was a
great relief, and Buck caused even the weazened
face of Perrault to twist itself into a grin one
morning, when Fran9ois forgot the moccasins
and Buck lay on his back, his four feet waving
appealingly in the air, and refused to budge with-
out them. Later his feet grew hard to the trail,
and the worn-out foot-gear was thrown away.
At the Pelly one morning, as they were
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harnessing up^ Dolly, who had never been
conspicuous for anything, went suddenly mad.
She announced her condition by a long, heart-
breaking wolf howl that sent every dog bris*
tling with fear, then sprang straight for Buck.
He had never seen a dog* go mad, nor did
he have any reason to fear madness; yet he
knew that here was horror, and fled away
from it in a panic. Straight away he raced,
with Dolly, pandng and frothing, one leap
behind ; nor could she gain on him, so great
was his terror, nor could he leave her, so great
was her madness. He plunged through the
wooded breast of the island, flew down to
the lower end, crossed a back channel filled
with rough ice to another island, gsdned a
third island, curved back to the main river,
and in desperation started to cross it And
all the time, though he did not look, he
could hear her snarling just one leap behind.
Fran9ois called to him a quarter of a mile
away and he doubled back, still one leap
ahead, gasping painfully for air and putting
all his fiuth in that Fran9ois would save
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Mm. The dog-driver held the axe poised
in his hand, and as Buck shot past him the
axe crashed down upon mad DoUy'^s head.
Buck staggered over against the sled» ex-
hausted) sobbing for breathy helpless. This
was Spitz's opportunity. He sprang upon
Buck, and twice his teeth sank into his un-
resisting foe and ripped and tore the flesh
to the bone. Then Fran9ois*s lash descended,
and Buck had the satisfaction of watching Spitz
receive the worst whipping as yet administered
to any of the teams.
" One devil, dat Spitz,'* remarked Perrault,
*^Some dam day heem keel dat Buck.**
" Dat Buck two devils,** was Franfois's
rejoinder. *^A11 de tam I watch dat Buck
I know for sure. Lisfsen: some dam fine
day heem get mad lak hell an* den heem chew
dat Spitz all up an* spit heem out on de
snow. Sure. I know.**
From then on it was war between diem.
Spitz, as lead-dog and acknowledged master
of the team, felt his supremacy threatened by
this strange Southknd dog. And strange
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Buck was to him, for of the many Southland
dogs he had known, not one had shown up
worthily in camp and on trail. They were
all too soft, dying under the toil, the frost,
and starvation. Buck was the exception. He
alone endured and prospered, matching the
husky in strength, savagery, and cunningo
Then he was a masterful dog, and what made
him dangerous was the fact that the club of
the man in the red sweater had knocked all
blind pluck and rashness out of his desire
for mastery. He was preeminently cunning,
and could bide his time with a patience that
was nothing less than primitive.
It was inevitable that the clash for leader-
ship should come. Buck wanted it. He
wanted it because it was his nature, because
he had been gripped tight by that nameless,
incomprehensible pride of the trail and trace
— that pride which holds dogs in the toil to
the last gasp, which lures them to die joyfully
in the harness, and breaks their hearts if they
are cut out of the harness. This was the
pride of Dave as wheel-dog, of Sol-leks as
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he pulled with all his strength ; the pride that
laid hold of them at break of camp^ trans*
forming them from sour and sullen brutes into
straining, eager, ambitious creatures ; the pride
that spurred them on all day and dropped
them gt pitch of camp at night, letting them
fall back into gloomy unrest and uncontent
This was the pride that bore up Spitz and
made him thrash the sled-dogs who blundered
and shirked in the traces or hid away at
harness-up time in the morning. Likewise
it was this pride that made him fear Buck
as a possible lead-dog. And this was Buck's
pride, too.
He openly threatened the other's leader-
ship. He came between him and the shirks
he should have punished. And he did it
deliberately. One night there was a heavy
snowfall, and in the morning Pike, the malin-
gerer, did not appear. He was securely hid-
den in his nest under a foot of snow. Fran9ois
called him and sought him in vaino Spit?
was wild with wrath. He raged through the
camp, smelling and digging in every likely
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place, snarling so frightfully that Pike heard
and shivered in his hiding-place.
But when he was at last unearthed, and
Spitz flew at him to punish him. Buck flew,
with equal rage, in between. So unexpected
was it, and so shrewdly managed, that Spitz
was hurled backward and oflT his feet. Pike,
who had been trembling abjectly, took heart
at this open mutiny, and sprang upon his
overthrown leader. Buck, to whom fair play
was a forgotten code, likewise sprang upon
Spitz. But Ffan9ois, chuckling at the inci-
dent while unswerving in the administration
of justice, brought his lash down upon Buck
with all his might. This failed to drive Buck
from his prostrate rival, and the butt of the
whip was brought into play. HalfrStunned
by the blow. Buck was knocked backward and
the lash laid upon him again and again, while
Spitz soundly punished the many times oflTend-
ing Pike.
In the days that followed, as Dawson grew
closer and closer. Buck still continujed to inter-
fere between Spitz and the culprits ; but he
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did it craftily, when Fran9ois was not around
With the covert mutiny of Buck, a general in-
subordination sprang up and increased. Dave
and Sol-leks were unaffected, but the rest of
the team went from bad to worse. Things
no longer went right. There was continual
bickering and jangling. Trouble was always
afoot, and at the bottom of it was Buck. He
kept Fran9ois busy, for the dog-driver was
in constant apprehension of the life-and-death
struggle between the two which he knew must
take place sooner or later ; and on more than
one night the sounds of quarrelling and strife
among the other dogs turned him out of his
sleeping robe, fearful that Buck and Spitz were
at it
But the opportiinity did not present itself,
and they pulled into Dawson one dreary after-
noon with the great fight still to come^ Here
were many men, and countless dogs, and Buck
found them all at work. It seemed the or-
dained order of things that dogs should worko
All day they swung up and down the main
street in long teams, and in the night their
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Jingling bells still went by. They hauled
cabin logs and firewood^ freighted up to the
mines, and did all manner of work that horses
did in the Santa Clara Valley. Here and
there Buck met Southland dogSy but in the
main they were the wild wolf husky breedo
Every night, regularly, at nine, at twelve, at
three, they lifted a nocturnal song, a weird and
eerie chant, in ^hich it was Buck's delight to
join.
With the aurora borealis flaming coldly
overhead, or the stars leaping in the frost
dance, and the land numb and frozen under
its pall of snow, this song of the huskies might
have been the defiance of life, only it was
pitched in minor key, with long-drawn wail-
ings and half-sobs, and was more the pleading
of life, the articulate travail of existencCo It
was an old song, old as the breed itself— one
of the first songs of the younger world in n
day when songs were sad. It was invested
with the woe of unnumbered generations, this
plaint by which Buck was so strangely stirredo
When he moaned and sobbed, it was with the
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pdn of living that was of old the pain of his
wild fathers, and the fear and mystery of the
cold and dark that was to them fear and mys-
tery. And that he should be stirred by it
marked the completeness with which he harked
back through the ages of fire and roof to the
raw beginnings of life in the howling ages.
Seven days from the time they pulled into
Dawson, they dropped down the steep bank
by the Barracks to the Yukon Trail, and
pulled for Dyea and Salt Water, Perrault
was carrying despatches if anything more ur-
gent than those he had brought in ; also, the
travel pride had gripped him, and he purposed
to make the record trip of the year. Several
things favored him in this. The week's rest
had recuperated the dogs and put them in
thorough trim. The trail they had broken
into the country was packed hard by later
journeyers. And further, the police had ar-
ranged in two or three places deposits of grub
for dog and man, and he was travelling light.
They made Sixty Mile, which is a fifty-mile
run, on the first day ; and the second day saw
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them booming up the Yukon well on their
way to Pellyo But such splendid ranning was
achieved not without great trouble and vexa-
tion on the part of Fran9ois. The insidious
revolt led by Buck had destroyed the solidarity
of the team. It no longer was as one dog
leaping in the traces. The encouragement
Buck gave the rebels led them into all kinds
of petty misdemeanors. No more was Spitz
a leader greatly to be feared. The old awe
departed) and they grew equal to challenging
his authority. Hke robbed him of half a fish
one night, and gulped it down under the pro*
tcction of Buck. Another night Dub and Joe
fought Spitz and made him forego the punish-
ment they deserved. And even Billee, the
good-natured) was less good-natured, and
whined not half so placadngly as in former
days. Buck never came near Spitz without
snarling and bristling menadngly. In hct^
his conduct approached that of a bully, and
he was given to swaggering up and down
before Spitz's very nose.
The breaking down of discipline likewise
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affected the dogs in their relations with one
another They quarrelled and bickered more
than ever among themselves^ till at times the
camp was a howling bedlam, Dave and Sol-
leks alone were unaltered, though they were
made irritable by the unending squabbling.
Fran9ois swore strange barbarous oaths, and
stamped the snow in futile rage, and tore his
hair. His lash was always singing among the
dogs, but it was of small avail. Directly his
back was turned they were at it again. He
backed up Spitz with his whip, while Buck
backed up the remainder of the team. Fran-
9ois knew he was behind all the trouble, and
Buck knew he knew ; but Buck was too clever
ever again to be caught red*handed. He
worked faithfully in the harness, for the toil
had become a delight to him; yet it was a
greater delight slyly to precipitate a fight
amongst his mates and tangle the traces.
At the mouth of the Tahkeena, one night
after supper. Dub turned up a snowshoe rab-
bit, blu'^dered it, and missed. In a second the
whole team was in full cry^ A hundred yards
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away was a camp* of the Northwest Police,
with fifty dogs, huskies all, who joined the
chase. The rabbit sped down the river,
turned off into a small creek, up the frozen
bed of which it held steadily. It ran lightly
on the surface of the snow, while the dogs
ploughed through by m^n strength. Buck
led the pack, sixty strong, around bend after
bend, but he could not gain. He lay down
low to the race, whining eagerly, his splendid
body flashing forward, leap by leap, in the wan
white moonlight. And leap by leap, like
some pale frost wraith, the snowshoe rabbit
flashed on aheado
All that stirring of old instincts which at
stated periods drives men out from the sound*
ing dties to forest and plsun to kill things by
chemically propelled leaden pellets, the blood
lust, the joy to kill — all this was Buck's,
only it was infinitely more intimate. He was
ranging at the head of the pack, running the
wild thing down, the living meat, to kill with
Ms own teeth and wash his muzzle to the eyes
M warm blood.
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There is an ecstasy that marks the summit
of life, and beyond which life cannot risco
And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy
comes when one is most alive, and it comes
as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes
to the artist, caught up and out of himself in
a sheet of flame ; it comes to the soldier, war-
mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter 5
and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounds
ing the old wolf-cry, straining after the food
that was alive and that fled swiftly before him
through the moonlight. He was sounding
the deeps of his nature, and of the parts
of his nature that were deeper than he^
going back into the womb of Time. He
was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the
tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of eacln
separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was
everything that was not death, that it was
aglow and rampant, expressing itself in move-
ment, flying exultantly under the stars and
over the face of dead matter that did not
move.
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But SpitZy cold and calculating even in hm
aupreme moods^ left the pack and cut across a
narrow neck of land where the creek made
a long bend around. Buck did not know of
this, and as he rounded the bend, the frost
wraith of a rabbit still flitting before him, he
saw another and larger frost wraith leap from
the overhanging bank into the immediate path
of the rabbit. It was Spitz, ' The rabbit could
not turn, and as the white teeth broke its back
in mid air it shrieked as loudly as a stricken
man may shriek. At sound of this, the cry
of Life plunging down from Ufe's apex in the
grip of Death, the full pack at Buck's heels
raised a hell's chorus of delight.
Buck did not c^ out He did not check
himself, but drove in upon Spitz, shoulder to
shoulder, so hard that he missed the throat
They rolled over and over in the powdery
snow. Spitz gained his feet almost as though
he had not been overthrown, slashing Buck
down the shoulder and leaping clear. Tmat
his teeth clipped together, like the steel jaws
<Df a trap, as he backed away for better foot^
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ing, with lean and lifting lips that writhed and
snarled.
In a flash Buck knew it The time had
comeo It was to the death. As they circled
about, snarling, ears laid back, keenly watchful
for the advantage, the scene came to Buck
with a sense of familiarity. He seemed to re-
member it all, -^ the white woods, and earthy
and moonlight, and the thrill of battle. Over
the whiteness and silence brooded a ghostly
calm. There was not the faintest whisper of
air — nothing moved, not a leaf quivered, the
visible breaths of the dogs rising slowly and
lingering in the frosty dr. They had made
short work of the snowshoe rabbit, these dogs
that were ill-tamed wolves ; and they were now
drawn up in an expectant circle. They, tooj,
were silent, their eyes only gleaming and their
breaths drifting slowly upward. To Buck it
was nothing new or strange, this scene of old
dme. It was as though it had always been^
the wonted way of things.
Spitz was a practised fighter. From Spitz-
bergen through the Arcdc, and across Canad$>
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V nd the Barrens, he had held his own with all
manner of dogs and achieved to mastery over
them. Bitter rage was his, but never blind
rage. In passion to rend and destroy, he
never forgot that his enemy was in like pas-
sion to rend and destroy. He never rushed
till he was prepared to receive a rush; never
attacked till he had first defended that at-
tack.
In vain Buck strove to sink his teeth in
the neck of the big white dog. Wherever his
i&ngs struck for the softer flesh, they were
countered by the fangs of Spitz. Fang clashed
fang, and lips were cut and bleeding, but Buck
could not penetrate his enemy's guard. Then
he warmed up and enveloped Spitz in a whirl-
wind of rushes. Time and time again he
tried for the snow-white throat, where life
bubbled near to the surface, and each time
and every time Spitz slashed him and got awayo
Then Buck took to rushing, as though for the
throat, when, suddenly drawing back his head
and curving in from the side, he would drive
his shoulder at the shoulder of Spitz, as a ram
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by which to overthrow hinio But instead^
Buck's shoulder was slashed down each time
as Spitz leaped lightly away.
Spitz was untouched^ while Buck was
streaming with blood and panting hard. The
fight was growing desperate. And all the while
the silent and wolfish circle waited to finish ofiT
whichever dog went down« As Buck grew
winded. Spitz took to rushing, and he kept him
staggering for footing. Once Buck went over,
and the whole circle of sixty dogs started
up ; but he recovered himself^ almost in
mid air^ and the circle sank down again and
waited.
But Buck possessed a quality that made for
greatness — imagination. He fought by in-
stinct, but he could fight by head as well. He
rushed, as though attempting the old shoulder
trick, but at the last instant -swept low to the
snow and in. His teeth closed on Spitz's left
fore leg. There was a crunch of breaking
bone, and the white dog faced him on three
legs. Thrice he tried to knock him over, theie
repeated the trick and broke the right fore leg.
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Despite the pain and helplessness^ Spitz strug-
gled madly to keep up. He saw the silent
circle, with gleaming eyes, lolling tongues,
and silvery breaths drifting upward, closing
in upon him as he had seen similar circles
close in upon beaten antagonists in the past.
Only this time he was the one who was
beaten.
There was no hope for him. Buck was
inexorable. Mercy was a thing reserved for
gentler climes. He manoeuvred for the final
rush. The circle had tightened till he could
feel the breaths of the huskies on his flanks.
He could see them, beyond Spitz and to either
side, half crouching for the spring, their eyes
fixed upon him. A pause seemed to fall.
Every animal was motionless as though turned
to stone. Only Spitz quivered and bristled
as he staggered back and forth, snarling with
horrible menace, as though to frighten oflT im~
pending death. Then Buck sprang in and
out ; but while he was in^ shoulder had at last
squarely met shoulder. The dark circle be-
oune a dot on the moon-flooded snow as
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Spitz disappeared from view. Buck stood and
looked on, the successful champion, the domi-
nant primordial beast who had made his kill
and found it good.
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Who has won to Mastership
'' TT^H ? Wot I say ? I spik true w'cn I
wT^j say dat Buck* two devils."
This was Fran9ois's speech next
morning when he discovered Spitz missing
and Buck covered with wounds. He drew
him to the fire and by its light pointed them
out
** Dat Spitz fight lak hell/' swd Perrault, as
he surveyed the gaping rips and cuts.
**AnVdat Buck fight lak two hells/* was
Fran9ois*s answer. ** An* now we nuke good
time. No more Spitz, no more trouble, sure."
While Perrault packed the camp outfit and
loaded the sled, the dog-driver proceeded to
harness the dogs. Buck trotted up to the
place Spitz would have occupied as leader; but
Fran9ois, not noticing him, brought Sol-leka
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to the coveted position. In his judgment^
SoMeks was the best lead-dog left Buck
sprang upon Sol-leks in a fiiry, driving him
back and standing in hb place.
"Eh? eh?** Fran9oi3 cried, slapping his
thighs gleefully. ** Look at dat Buck. Heem
keel dat Spitz, heem t'ink to take dc job.*'
"Go Vay, Chook!** he cried, but Buck
refused to budge.
He took Buck by the scruff of the neck, and
though the dog growled threateningly, dragged
him to one side and replaced Sol-leks. The
old dog did not like it,. and showed plainly
that he was afrdd of Buck. Fran9ois was
obdurate, but when he turned his back Buck
again displaced Sol-leks, who was not at all
unwilling to go.
Fran9ois was angry. "Now, by Gar, I
feex you!" he cried, coming back with a
heavy club in his hand.
Buck remembered the man in the red
sweater, and retreated slowly; nor did he
attempt to charge in when Sol-leks was once
more brought forward. But he circled just
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beyond the range of the club^ snarling with
bitterness and rage; and while he circled he
watched the club so as to dodge it if thrown
by Fran9ois9 for he was become wise in the
way of clubs.
The driver went about his work, and he
called to Buck when he was ready to put him
in his old place in front of Dave. Buck re-
treated two or three steps. Fran9ois followed
him up, whereupon he again retreated. After
some time of this, Fran9ois threw down the
club, thinking that Buck feared a thrashingo
But Buck was in open revolt. He wanted,
not to escape a clubbing, but to have the
leadership. It was his by right. He had
earned it, and he would not be content with
less.
Perrault took a hand. Between them they
ran him about for the better part of an hour.
They threw clubs at him. He dodged. They
cursed him, and his fathers and mothers before
him, and all his seed to come after him down
to the remotest generation, and every hair on
his body and drop of blood in his veins ; and
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he answered curse with snarl and kept out of
their reach. He did not try to run away, but
retreated around and around the camp, adver-
tising plainly that when his desire was met, he
would come in and be good.
Fran9ois sat down and scratched his head.
Perrault looked at his watch and swore. Time
was flying, and they should have been on the
trail an hour gone. Fran9ois scratched his
head agdn. He shook it and grinned sheep-
ishly at the courier, who shrugged his shoul-
ders in sign that they were beaten. Then
Fran9ois went up to where SoUeks stood and
called to Buck. Buck laughed, as dogs laugh,
yet kept his distance. Fran9ois unfastened
Sol-leks's traces and put him back in his old
place. The team stood harnessed to the sled
in an unbroken line, ready for the trail.
There was no place for Buck save at the front
Once more Fran9ois called, and once more
Buck laughed and kept away.
** T'row down de club,'* Perrault commanded.
Fran9ois complied, whereupon Buck trotted
in, laughing triumphantly, and swung around
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Into position at the head of the team. His
traces were fastened, the sled broken out, and
with both men running they dashed out on to
the river traiL
Highly as the dog-driver had forevalued
Buck, with his two devils, he found, while the
day was yet young, that he had undervalued.
At a bound Buck took up the duties of leader-
ship; and where judgment was required, and
quick thinking and quick acting, he showed
himself the superior even of Spitz, of whom
Fran9ois had never seen an equaL
But it was in giving the law and making his
mates live up to it, that Buck excelled. Dave
and Sol-leks did not mind the change in leader-
ship. It was none of their business. Their
business was to toil, and toil mightily, in the
traces. So long as that were not interfered
with, they did not care what happened. Billee,
the good-natured, could lead for all they cared,
so long as he kept order. The rest of the team,
however, had grown unruly during the last
days of Spitz, and their surprise was great now
that Buck proceeded to lick them into shape.
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Pike, who pulled at Buck's heels, and who
never put an ounce more of his weight against
the breast-band than he was compelled to do,
was swiftly and repeatedly shaken for loafing ;
and ere the first day was done he was pulling
more than ever before in his life. The first
night in camp, Joe, the sour one, was punished
roundly — a thing that Spitz had never suc-
ceeded in doing. Buck simply smothered him
by virtue of superior weight, and cut him up
till he ceased snapping and began to whine for
mercy.
The general tone of the team picked up
immediately. It recovered its old-time soli-
darity, and once more the dogs leaped as one
dog in the traces. At the Rink Rapids two
native huskies, Teek and Koona, were added ;
and the celerity with which Buck broke them
in took away Fran9ois's breath.
" Nevaire such a dog as dat Buck I ** he
cried. " No, nevaire ! Heem worth one
t'ousan' doUair, by Gar! Eh? Wot you
say, Perrault?**
And Perrault nodded. He was ahead of
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the record then, and gaining day by day*
The trail was in excellent condition, well
packed and hard, and there was no new-fallen
snow with which to contend. It was not too
cold. The temperature dropped to fifty below
zero and remained there the whole trip. The
men rode and ran by turn, and the dogs were
kept on the jump, with but infrequent stoppages.
The Thirty Mile River was comparatively
coated with ice, and they covered in one day
going out what had taken them ten days
coming in. In one run they made a sixty-
mile dash from the foot of Lake Le Barge
to the White Horse Rajpids. Across Marsh,
Tagish, and Bennett (seventy miles of lakes),
they flew so fast that the man whose turn it
was to run towed behind the sled at the end of
a rope. And on the last night of the second
week they topped White Pass and dropped
down the sea slope with the lights of Skaguay
and of the shipping at their feet.
It was a record run. Each day for fourteen
days they had averaged forty miles. For three
days Perrault and Fran9ois threw chests up
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and down the main street of Skaguay and were
deluged with invitations to drink, while the
team was the constant centre of a worshipful
crowd of dog-busters and mushers. Then
three or four western bad men aspired to
clean out the town, were riddled like pepper-
boxes for their pains, and public interest
turned to other idols. Next came official
orders. Fran9ois called Buck to him, threw
his arms around him, wept over him. And
that was the last of Fran9ois and Perrault
Like other men, they passed out of Buck's
life for good.
A Scotch half-breed took charge of him and
his mates, and in company with a dozen other
dog-teams he started back over the weary trail
to Dawson. It was no light running now, nor
record time, but heavy toil each day, with a
heavy load behind ; for this was the mdl train,
carrying word from the world to the men who
sought gold under the shadow of the Pole.
Buck did not like it, but he bore up well to
the work, taking pride in it after the manner
of Dave and Sol-leks, and seeing that his
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mates, whether they prided in it or not, did
their fair share. It was a monotonous life,
operating with machine-like regularity. One
day was very like another. At a certain time
each morning the cooks turned out, fires were
built, and breakfast was eaten. Then, while
some broke camp, others harnessed the dogs,
and they were under way an hour or so before
the darkness fell which gave warning of dawn.
At night, camp was made. Some pitched the
flies, others cut firewood and pine boughs for
the beds, and still others carried water or ice
for the cooks. Also, the dogs were fed. To
them, this was the one feature of the day,
though it was good to loaf around, after the
fish was eaten, for an hour or so with the other
dogs, of which there were fivescore and odd.
There were fierce fighters among them, but
three battles with the fiercest brought Bjuck
to mastery, so that when he bristled and
showed his teeth they got out of his way.
Best of all, perhaps, he loved to lie near the
fire, hind legs crouched under him, fore legs
stretched out in front, head raised, and ey«8
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blinking dreamily at the flames. Sometimes
he thought of Judge Miller's big house in the
sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley, and of the
cement swimming-tank, and Ysabel, the Mexi«
can hairless, and Toots, the Japanese pug;
but oftener he remembered the man in the
red sweater, the death of Curly, the great fight
with Spitz, and the good things he had eaten
or would like to eat. He was not homesick.
The Sunland was very dim and distant, and such
memories had no power over him. Far more
potent were the memories of his heredity that
gave things he had never seen before a seeming
£uniliarity; the instincts (which were but the
memories of his ancestors become habits)
which had lapsed in later days, and still later,
in him, quickened and become alive again.
Sometimes as he crouched there, blinking
dreamily at the flames, it seemed that the
flames were of another fire, and that as he
crouched by this other fire he saw another and
dififerent man from the half-breed cook before
lum. This other man was shorter of leg and
longer of arm, with muscles that were stringy
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and knotty rather than rounded and swellingo
The hair of this man was long and matted,
and his head slanted back under it from the,
eyes. He uttered strange sounds, and seemed
very much afraid of the darkness, into which
he peered continually, clutching in his hand,
which hung midway between knee and foot, a
stick with a heavy stone made fast to the end.
He was all but naked, a ragged and fire-
scorched skin hanging part way down his
back, but on his body there was much hair.
In some places, across the chest and shoulders
and down the ou^*^^'^« of the arms and thighs,
it was matted into almost a thick frir. He did
not stand erect, but with trunk inclined for-
ward from the hips, on legs that bent at the
kneeso About his body there was a peculiar
springiness, or resiliency, almost catlike, and a
quick alertness as of one who lived in perpetual
fear of things seen and unseen, •
At other times this hairy man squatted by
the fire with head between his legs and slepto
On such occasions his elbows were on his
knees, his hands clasped above hb head as
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though to shed rain by the hairy arms. And
beyond that fire, in the circling darkness. Buck
could see many gleaming coals, two by two,
always two by two, which he knew to be the
eyes of great beasts of prey. And he could
hear the crashing of their bodies through the
undergrowth, and the noises they made in the
night. And dreaming there by the Yukon
bank, with lazy eyes blinking at the fire, these
sounds and sights of another world would
make the hair to rise along his back and stand
on end across his shoulders and up his neck,
till he whimpered low and suppressedly, or
growled softly, and the half-breed cook shouted
at him, *• Hey, you Buck, wake up 1 ""
Whereupon the other world would vanish and
the real world come into his eyes, and he would
get up and yawn and stretch as though he had
been asleep.
It was a hard trip, with the mail behind
them, and the heavy work wore them downo
They were short of weight and in poor con-
dition when they made Dawson, and should
have had a ten days' or a week's rest at least
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But in two days* tiii\e they dropped down the
Yukon bank from the Barracks^ loaded with
letters for the outside. The dogs were tired,
the drivers grumbling, and to make ^matters
worse, it snowed every day. This meant a
soft trail, greater friction on the runners, and
heavier pulling for the dogs; yet the drivers
were fair through it all, and did their best for
the animals.
Each night the dogs were attended to first.
They ate before the drivers ate, and no man
sought his sleeping-robe till he had seen to the
feet of the dogs he drove. Still, their strength
went down. Since the beginning of the winter
they had travelled eighteen hundred miles,
dragging sleds the whole weary distance ; and
eighteen hundred miles will tell upon life of
the toughest. Buck stood it, keeping his
mates up to their work and maintaining dis-
cipline, though he, too, was very tired. Billee
cried and whimpered regularly in his sleep
each night. Joe was sourer than ever, and
Sol-leks was unapproachable, blind side or other
side.
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But it was Dave who suffered most of all.
Something had gone wronp; with him. He
became more morose and irritable, and when
camp was pitched at once made his nest, where
his driver fed him. Once out of the harness
and dc/wn, he did not get on his feet again till
harness-up time in the morning. Sometimes,
in the traces, when jerked by a sudden stop-
page of the sled, or by strdning to start it, he
would cry out with pdn. The drive* ex-
amined him, but could find nothing. All
the drivers became interested in his case.
They talked it over at meal-time, and over
their last pipes before going to bed, and one
night they held a consultation* He was
brought from his nest to the fire and was
pressed and prodded till he cried out many
times. Something was wrong inside, but they
could locate no broken bones, could not make
it out.
By the time Cassiar Bar was reached, he
was so weak that he was falling repeatedly in
the traces. The Scotch half-breed called a
halt and took him out of the team, making the
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next dog, Sol-Ieks, fast to the sled. His in-
tention was to rest Dave, letting him ran free
behind the sled. Sick as he was, Dave re-
sented being taken out, granting and growling
while the traces were unfastened, and whimper-
ing broken-heartedly when he saw Sol-leks in
the position he had held and served so long.
For the pride of trace and trail was his, and,
sick unto death, he could not bear that another
dog should do his work.
When the sled started, he floundered in the
soft snow alongside the beaten trail, attacking
Sol-leks with his teeth, rushing against him
and trying to thrast him off into the soft snow
on the other side, striving to leap inside his
traces and get between him and the sled, and
all the while whining and yelping and crying
with grief and pdn. The half-breed tried to
drive him away with the whip ; but he paid no
heed to the stinging lash, and the man had not
the heart to strike harden Dave refused to
ran quietly on the trail behind the sled, where
the going was easy, but continued to flounder
alongside in the soft snow, where the going
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was most difficult, till exhausted. Then he
fell, and lay where he fell, howling lugubriously
as the long train of sleds churned by.
With the last remnant of his strength he
managed to stagger along behind till the train
made another stop, when he floundered past
the sleds to his own, where he stood alongside
SoUeks. His driver lingered a moment to
get a light for his pipe from the man behind.
Then he returned and started his dogs. They
swung out on the trail with remarkable lack
of exertion, turned their heads uneasily, and
stopped in surprise. The driver was surprised,
too ; the sled had not moved. He called his
comrades to witness the sight. Dave had
bitten through both of Sol-leks's traces, and
was standing directly in front of the sled in his
proper place.
He pleaded indth his eyes to remain there.
The driver was perplexed. His comrades
talked of how a dog could break its heart
through being denied the work that killed it,
and recalled instances they had known, where
dogs, too old for the toil, or injured, had died
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because they were cut out of the traces. Also,
they held it a mercy, since Dave was to die
anyway, that he should die in the traces, heart-
ea^y and content. So he was harnessed in
again, and proudly he pulled as of old, though
more than once he cried out involuntarily from
the bite of his inward hurt. Several times he
fell down and was dragged in the traces, and
once the sled ran upon him so that he limped
thereafter in one of his hind legs.
But he held out till camp was reached, when
his driver made a place for him by the fire.
Morning found him too weak to travel. At
harness-up time he tried to crawl to his driver.
By convulsive efforts he got on his feet, stag-
gered, and fell. Then he wormed his way
forward slowly toward where the harnesses
were being put on his mates. He would ad-
vance his fore legs and drag up his body with
a sort of hitching movement, when he would
advance his fore legs and hitch ahead again for
a few more inches. His strength left him, and
the last his mates saw of him he lay gasping
in the snow and yearning toward them. But
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they could hear him mournfully howling till
they passed out of sight behind a belt of river
timber.
Here the train was halted. The Scotch
half-breed slowly retraced his steps to the
camp they had left. The men ceased talking.
A revolver-shot rang out. The man came
back hurriedly. The whips snapped, the bells
tinkled merrily, the sleds churned along the
trail; but Buck knew, arid every dog knew,
what had taken place behind the belt of river
trees.
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THIRTY days from the time it icft
Dawson, the Salt Water Mail, with
Buck and his mates at the fore, ar-
rived at Skaguay, They were in a wretched
state, worn out and worn down. Buck's one
hundred and forty pounds had dwindled to
one hundred and fifteen. The rest of his
mates, though lighter dogs, had relatively lost
more weight than he. Pike, the malingerer,
who, in his lifetime of deceit, had often suc-
cessfully feigned a hurt leg, was now limping
in earnest. Sol-leks was limping, and Dub
was suffering from a wrenched shoulder-
blade.
They were all terribly footsore. No spring
or rebound was left in them. Their feet fell
heavily on the trail, jarring their bodies and
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doubling the fatigue of a day*s traveL There
was nothing the matter with them except that
they were dead tired. It was not the dead-
tiredness that comes through brief and ex-
cessive effort, from which recovery is a
matter of hours; but it was the dead-tired-
ness that comes through the slow and pro-
longed strength drainage of months of toiL
There was no power of recuperation left, no
reserve strength to call upon. It had been
all used, the last least t)it of it Every
muscle, every fibre, every cell, was tired,
dead tired. And there was reason for it.
In less than five months they had travelled
twenty-five hundred miles, during the last
eighteen hundred of which they had had
but five days* rest. When they arrived at
Skaguay they were apparently on their last
legs. They could barely keep the traces
taut, and on the down grades just managed
to keep out of the way of the sled.
*• Mush on, poor sore feets,** the driver
encouraged them as they tottered down the
main street of Skaguay. *^ Dis is de las*o
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Den we get one long res*. Eh? For sure.
One bully long res*/*
The drivers confidendy expected a long
stopover. Themselves^ they had covered
twelve hundred miles with two days* rest,
and in the nature of reason and common
justice they deserved an interval of loafingo
But so many were the men who had rushed
into the Klondike, and so many were the
sweethearts, wives, and kin that had not
rushed in, that the congested mail was tak-
ing on Alpine proportions; also, there were
official orders. Fresh batches of Hudson
Bay dogs were to take the places of those
worthless for the trail. The worthless ones
w^e to be got rid of, zrA, since dogs
count for little against dollars, tbey were to
be sold.
Tlhree days passed, by whidi time Buck
and his mates found how really dred and
weak they vere. Then, on the morning of
the fourth day, two men from the States
came along and bought them, harness and
aU| fi>r a song. The men addressed each
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other as "Hal*' and *«Charlcs;' Charles
was a middle-aged> lightish-colored man> with
weak and watery eyes and a mustache tiiat
twisted fiercely and vigorously up, giving the
lie to the limply drooping lip it concealed*
Hal was a youngster of nineteen or twenty ,,
with a big Colt's revolver and a hunting-
knife strapped about him on a belt that
fairly bristled with cartridges. This belt was
the most salient thing about him. It adver-
tised his callowness — a callowness sheer and
unutterable. Both men were manifesdy out
of place, and why such as they should ad-
venture the North is part of the mystery of
things that passes understanding.
Buck heard the chaffering, saw the money
pass between the man and the Government
agent, and knew that the Scotch half-breed and
the mail-train drivers were passing out of his
life on the heels of Perrault and Fran9ob
and the others who had gone before. When
driven with his mates to the new owners*
camp. Buck saw a slipshod and slovenly
afiair, tent half stretched, dishes unwashed^
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HALc
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everything in disorder; also, he saw a
woman» ** Mercedes** the men called her.
She was Charles's wife and Hal's sister — a
nice family party.
Buck watched them apprehensively as they
proceeded to take down the tent and load
the sled. There was a great deal of effort
about their manner, but no businesslike
method. The tent was rolled into an awk-
ward bundle three times as large as it should
have been. The tin dishes were packed away
unwashed. Mercedes continually fluttered in
the way of her men and kept up an un--
broken chattering of remonstrance and advice.
When they put a clothes-sack on the front
of the sled, she suggested it should go on
the back; and when they had put it on the
back, and covered it over with a couple
of other bundles, she discovered overlooked
articles which could abide nowhere else but
in that very sack, and they unloaded again.
Three men from a neighboring tent came
out and looked on, grinning and winking at
one another.
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**YouVc got a right smart load as it is,"
said one of them ; *^ and it's not me should
tell you your business, but I wouldn't tote
that tent along if I was you/*
•* Undreamed of!" cried Mercedes, throw-
ing up her hands in dainty dismay, ** How-
ever in the world could I manage without a
tent?"
"It's springtime, and you won't get any
more cold weather," the man replied.
She shook her head decidedly, and Charles
and Hal put the last odds and ends on top
the mountainous load.
" Think it'll ride ? " one of the men asked.
•"Why shouldn't it?" Charles demanded
rather shortly.
^ Oh, that's all right, that's all right," the
man hastened meekly to say. " I was just
a-wonderin', that is all. It seemed a mite
top-heavy."
Charles turned his back and drew the lash-
ings down as well as he could, which was
not in the least well.
^An' of course the dogs can hike along
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all day with that contraption behind them/'
affirmed a second of the men.
" Certainly/' said Hal, with freezing polite-
ness, taking hold of the gee-pole with one
hand and swinging his whip from the othero
" Mush ! *' he shouted. ** Mush on there ! "
The dogs sprang against the breast-bands,
strained ha^d for a few moments, then relaxed.
They were unable to move the sled.
"The l?zy brutes, FU show them/* he cried,
nrpf^'-rlng to lash out at them with the whip.
But Mercedes interfered, crying, *^ Oh, Hal,
you mujt!>*t/* as she caught hold of the whip
and wrenched it from him. " The poor dears !
Now you must promise you won't be harsh
with them for the rest of the trip, or I won't
go a step.**
"Precious lot you know about dogs,** her
, brother sneered; "and I wish you'd leave me
alone. They're lazy, I tell you, and you've
got to whip them to get anything out of
them. That's their way. You ask any onco
Ask one of those men.**
Mercedes looked at them imploringly, un-
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told repugnance at sight of pain written in her
pretty face.
^They're weak as water, if you want to
know," came the reply from one of the meUo
" Plum tuckered out, that's what's the matter.
They need a rest.**
**Rest be blanked," ssud Hal, with his
beardless lips; and Mercedes said, "Oh!"
in pain and sorrow at the oath.
But she was a clannish creature, and rushed
at once to the defence of her brother. ** Never
mind that man," she said pointedly. ** You're
driving our dogs, and you do what you think
best with them."
Again Hal's whip fell upon the dogs. They
threw themselves against the breast-bands, dug
their feet into the packed snow, got down low
to it, and put forth all their strength. The
sled held as though it were an anchor. After
two efforts, they stood still, panting. The
whip was whistling savagely, when once more
Mercedes interfered. She dropped on her
knees before Buck, with tears in her eyes, and
put her arms around his neck.
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**You poor, poor dears,*' she cried sympa-
thetically, " why don't you pull hard ? — then
you wouldn't be whipped/* Buck did not
Uke her, but he was feeling too miserable to
resist her, taking it as part of the day's mis-
erable work.
One of the onlookers, who had been clench-*
ing his teeth to suppress hot speech, now
spoke up: —
*^ It's not that I care a whoop what becomes
of you, but for the dogs' sakes I just want
to tell you, you can help them a mighty lot
by breaking out that sled. The runners are
froze fast. Throw your weight against the
gee-pole, right and left, and break it out"
A third time the attempt was made, but
this time, following the advice, Hal broke
out the runners which had been frozen to the
snow. The overloaded and unwieldy sled
forged ahead. Buck and his mates struggling
frantically under the rain of blows. A hun-
dred yards ahead the path turned and sloped
steeply into the main street. It would have
required an experienced man to keep the top-
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heavy sled upright^ and Hal was not such a
man. As they swung on the turn the sled
went over^ spilling half its load through the
loose lashings. The dogs never stopped.
The lightened sled bounded on its side be-
hind them. They were angry because of the
ill treatment they had received and the unjust
load. Buck Was ra^ng. He broke into a
run, the team following his lead. Hal cried
"Whoa! whoa!" but they gave no heed.
He tripped and was pulled ofF his feet
The capsized sled ground over him, and the
dogs dashed on up the street, adding to the
gayety of Skaguay as they scattered the re-
mainder of the outfit along its chief thorough-
fare. (
Kind-hearted ddzens caught the dogs and
gathered up the scattered belongings. Also,
they gave advice. Half the load and twice
the dogs, if they ever expected to reach
Dawson, was what was said. Hal and his
sister and brother-in-law listened unwillingly,
pitched tent, and overhauled the outfit
Canned goods were turned out that made men
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kugh^ for canned goods on the Long Trail
is a thing to dream about ^' Blankets for a
hotel/* quoth one of the men who laughed
and helped. **Half as many is too much;
get rid of them. Throw away that tent,
and all those disheS} — who's going to wash
them, anyway? Good Lord, do you think
you're travelling on a Pullman?**
And so it went, the inexorable elinunation
of the superfluous. Mercedes cried when her
clothes-bags were dumped on the ground and
article after article was thrown out She cried
in genera^ and she cried in particular over
each discarded thing. She clasped hands about
knees, rocking back and forth broken-heart-
edly. She averred she would not go an inch,
not for a dozen Charleses. She appealed to
everybody and to everything, finally wiping
her eyes and proceeding to cast out even
articles of apparel that were imperative neces-
saries. And in her zeal, when she had finished
with her own, she attacked the belon^ngs of
her men and went through them like a tornado.
Thb accomplished, the outfit, though cut
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I
in haify was still a formidable bulk. Charles
and Hal went out in the evening and bought
^ix Outside dogs. These, added to the six
of the original team, and Teek and Koona,
the huskies obtained at the Rink Rapids on
the record trip, brought the team up to four-
teen. But the Outside dogs, though practically
broken in since their landing, did not amount
to much. Three were short-haired pointers,
one was a Newfoundland, and the other two
were mongrels of indeterminate breed. They
did not seem to know anything, these new-
comers. Buck and his comrades looked upon
them with disgust, and though he speedily
taught them their places and what not to do,
he could not teach them what to do. They
did not take kindly to trace and trail. With
the exception of the two mongrels, they were
bewildered and spirit-broken by the strange
savage environment in which they found
themselv^ and by the ill treatment they had
received. The two mongrels were without
spirit at all; bones were the only things
breakable about them*
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With the newcomers hopeless and forlorn,
and the old team worn out by twenty-five
hundred miles of continuous trail, the outlook
was anything but bright. The two men, how-
ever, were quite cheerful. And they were
proud, too. They were doing the thing in
style, with fourteea dogs. They had seen
other sleds depart over the Pass for Dawson,
or come in from Dawson, but never had they
seen a sled with so many as fourteen dogs.
In the nature of Arctic travel there was a reason
why fourteen dogs should not drag one sled,
and that was that one sled could not carry
the food for fourteen dogs. But Charles and
Hal did not know this. They had worked
the trip out with a pencil, so much to a dog,
so many dogs, so many days, Q. E. D.
Mercedes looked over their shoulders and
nodded comprehensively, it was all so very
simple.
Late next morning Buck led the long team
up the street: There was nothing lively about
it^ no snap or go in him and his fellows.
They were starting dead weary. Four timet
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he had covered the distance between Salt
Water and Dawson, and the knowledge that,
jaded and dred, he was facing the same trail
once more, made him bitter. His heart was
not in the work, nor was the heart of any dog.
The Outsides were timid and frightened, the
Insides without confidence in their masters.
Buck felt vaguely that there was no de-
pending upon these two men and the woman.
They did not know how to do anything, and
as the days went by it became apparent that
they could not learn. They were slack in
all things, without order or discipline. It
took them half the night to pitch a slovenly
camp, and half the morning to break that
camp and get the sled loaded in fashion so
slovenly that for the rest of the day they
were occupied in stopping and rearranging
the load. Some days they did not make ten
miles. On other days they were unable to
get started at all. And on no day did they
succeed in making more than half the distance
used by the men as a basis in their dog-food:
computation.
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It was inevitable that they should go short
on dog-foo(L But they hastened it by over-
feeding, brining the day nearer when under-
feeding would commence. The Outside dogs,
whose digestions had not been trained by
chronic famine to make the most of little, had
voracious appetites. And when, in addition
to this, the worn-out huskies pulled weakly,
Hal decided that the orthodox ration was too
small. He doubled it. And to cap it all,
when Mercedes, with tears in her pretty eyes
and a quaver in her throat, could not cajole
him into giving the dogs still more, she stole
from the fish-sacks and fed them slyly. But
it was not food that Buck and the huskies
needed, but rest. And though they were
making poor time, the heavy load they
di^'^ggcd sapped their strength severely.
Then came the underfeeding. Hal awoke
one day to the fact that his dog-food was half
gone and the distance only quarter covered;
further, that for love or money no additional
dog-food was to be obtained. So he cut down
even the orthodox ration and tried to increase
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the day's travel. His sister and brother-in-
law seconded him; but they were frustrated
by their heavy outfit and their own incom-
petence. It was a simple matter to give the
dogs less food ; but it was impossible to make
the dogs travel faster, while their own inability
to get under way earlier in the morning pre-
vented them from travelling longer hours. Not
only did they not know how to work dogs, but
they did not know how to work themselves.
The first to go was Dub. Poor blundering
thief that he was, always getting caught and
punished, he had none the less been a faithful
worker. His wrenched shoulder-blade, un-
treated and unrested, went from bad to worse,
dll finally Hal shot him with the big Colt's
revolver. It is a saying of the country that
an Outside dog starves to death on the ration
of the husky, so the six Outside dogs under
Buck could do no less than die on half the
ration of the husky. The Newfoundland
went first, followed by the three short-haired
pointers, the two mongrels hanging more
grittily on to life, but going in the end.
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By this time all the amenities and gentle-
nesses of the Southland had fallen away from
the three people. Shorn of its glamour and
romance, Arctic travel became to them a
reality too harsh for their manhood and
womanhood. Mercedes ceased weeping over
the dogs, being too occupied with weeping
over herself and with quarrelling with her
husband and brother. To quarrel was the one
thing they were never too weary to do. Their
irritability arose out of their misery, increased
with it, doubled upon it, outdistanced it.
The wonderful patience of the trail which
comes to men who toil hard and suffer sore,
and remain sweet of speech and kindly, did
not come to these two men and the woman.
They had no inkling of such a patience.
They were stiff and in pain; their muscles
ached, their bones ached, their very hearts
ached ; and because of this they became sharp
of speech, and hard words were first on their
lips in the morning and last at night.
Charles and Hal wrangled whenever Mer-
cedes gave them a chance. It was the chcr-
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ished belief of each that he did more than his
share of the work, and neither forbore to
speak this belief at every opportunity. Some-
times Mercedes sided with her husband, some-
times with her brother. The result was a
beautiful and unending family quarrel. Start-
ing from a dispute as to which should chop
a few sticks for the fire (a dispute which con-
cerned only Charles and Hal), presently
would be lugged in the rest of the family,
fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, people
thousands of miles away, and some of them
dead. That Hal's views on art, or the sort
of society plays his mother's brother wrote,
should have anything to do with the chopping
of a few sticks of firewood, passes compre-
hension ; nerertheless the quarrel was as likely
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to tend in that direction as in the direction
of Charles's political prejudices. And that
Charles's sister's tale-bearing tongue should
be relevant to the building of a Yukon fire,
was apparent only to Mercedes, who disbur-
dened herself of copious opinions upon that
topic, and incidentally upon a few other traits
unpleasantly peculiar to her husband's familyc
In the meantime the fire remained unbuilt, the
camp half pitched, and the dogs unfed.
Mercedes nursed a special grievance — the
grievance of sex. She was pretty and soft,
and had been chivalrously treated all her days.
But the present treatment by her husband and
brother was everything save chivalrous. It
was her custom to be helpless. They com-
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plained* Upon which impeachment of what
to her was her most essential sex-prerogative,
she made their lives unendurable. She no
longer considered the dogs, and because she
was sore and tired, she persisted in riding on
the sled. She was pretty and soft, but she
weighed one hundred and twenty pounds — a
lusty last straw to the load dragged by the
weak and starving animals. She rode for
days, till they fell in the traces and the sled
stood still. Charles and Hal begged her to
get off and walk, pleaded with her, entreated,
the while she wept and importuned Heaven
with a recital of their brutality.
On one occasion they took her off the
sled by main strength. They never did it
again. She let her legs go limp like a spoiled
child, and sat down on the trail. They went
on their way, but she did not move. After
they had travelled three miles they unloaded
the sled, came back for her, and by main
strength put her on the sled again.
In the excess of their own misery they
vere callous to the suffering of their animals.
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Hal's theoiyy which he practised 00 others,
was that one must get hardened. He had
started out preaching it to his sistaer and
brother-in-law. Failing there, he hammered
it into the dogs with a dub. At the Five
Fingers the dog-food gave out, and a toothless
old squaw offered to trade them a few pounds
of frozen horse-hide for the Colt's revolver
that kept the big hunting-knife company at
Hal's hip. A poor substitute for food was
this hide, just as it had been stripped from
the starved horses of the catdemen six months
back. In its frozen state it was more like
strips of galvanized iron, and when a dog
wrestled it into his stomach it thawed into
thin and innutritions leathery strings and into
a mass of short hair, irritating and indigestible.
And through it all Buck staggered along
at the head of the team as in a nightmare.
He pulled when he could; when he could
no longer pull, he fell down and remained
down till blows frt)m whip or dub drove
him to his feet agdn. All the stiffn^s and
gloss had gone out of his beautiful furry coat
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The hur hung down» limp and dragg^edt or
matted with dried blood where Hal's club
had bruised him. His muscles had wasted
away to knotty strings^ and the flesh pads
had disappeared) so that each rib and every
bone in his frame were outlined cleanly through
the loose hide that was wrinkled in folds of
empdn^s. It was heartbreaking^ only Buck's
heart was unbreakable. The man in the red
sweater had proved that
As it was with Buck^ so was it with lus
mates. They were perambulating skeletons.
There were seven all together^ including him.
In thdr very great misery they had become
insensible to the bite of the lash or the bruise
of the dub. The pain of the beating was
dull and distant^ just as the things thdr eyes
saw and thdr ears heard seemed dull and
distant. They were not half living, or quarter
living. They were simply so many bags of
bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.
When a halt was made, they dropped down
in the traces like dead dogs, and the spark
dimmed and paled and seemed to go out
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And when the dub or whip fell upon them,
the spark fluttered feebly up» and they tottered
to thdr feet and staggered on.
There came a day when Billee, the good-
naturedy fell and could not rise. Hal had
traded off his revolver^ so he took the axe
and knocked Billee on the head as he lay
in the traces^ then cut the carcass out of the
harness and dragged it to one side. Buck
saw, and his mates saw, and they knew that
this tlung was very close to them. On the
next day Koona went, and but five of them
remained : Joe, too fer gone to be malignant ;
Hke, crippled and limping, only half conscious
and not consdous enough longer to malinger ;
Sol-leks, the one-eyed, still fidthful to the
toil of trace and trdl, and mournful in that
he had so little strength mA which to pull ;
Teek, who had not travelled so far that winter
and who was now beaten more than the others
because he was fresher; and Buck, still at
the head of the team, but no longer enfordng
disdpline or striving to enforce it, blind with
weakness half the time and keeping the trail
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by the loom of it and by the dim fed of his
feet
It was beaudful spring weather, but neither
dogs nor humans were aware of it Each
day the sun rose earlier and set later. It
was dawn by three in the morning, and twi-
light lingered till nine at night The whole
long day was a blaze of sunshine. The
ghostly winter silence had given way to the
great spring murmur of awakening life. Thb
murmur arose from all the land, fraught with
the joy of living. It came from the things
that lived and moved again, things which had
been as dead and which had not moved during
the long months of frost The sap was rising
in the pines. The willows and aspens were
bursting out in young buds. Shrubs and
vines were putting on fr^h garbs of green.
Crickets sang in the nights, and in the days
all manner of creeping, crawling things rustled
forth into the sun. Partridges and wood-
peckers were booming and knocking in the
forest Squirrels were chattering, birds sing-
ing, and overhead honked the wild-fowl driving
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up from the south in cunning wedges that
^plit the air.
From every hill slope came the trickle of
running water^ the music of unseen fountains.
All things were thawing, bending, snapping.
The Yukon was straining to break loose the
ice that bound it down. It ate away from
beneath; the sun ate from above. Air-holes
formed, fissures sprang and spread apart, while
thin sections of ice fell through bodily into
the river. And amid all this bursting, rending,
throbbing of awakening life, under the blazing
sun and through the soft-sighing breezes, like
wayfarers to death, staggered the two men, the
woman, and the huskies.
With the dogs falling, Mercedes weeping
and riding, Hal swearing innocuously, and
Charles's eyes wistfully watering, they stag-
gered into John Thornton's camp at the
mouth of White River. When they halted,
the dogs dropped down as though they had
all been struck dead. Mercedes dried her
eyes and looked at John Thornton. Charles
sat down on a 1(^ to rest. He sat down very
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•lowly and painstakingly what of lus great
stiffness. Hal did the talking. John Thorn-
ton was whittling the last touches on an axe-
handle he had made from a stick of birch.
He whitded and listened, gave monosyllabic
replies, and, when it was asked, terse advice.
He knew the breed, and he gave his advice
in the certainty that it would not be fol-
lowed.
** They told us up above that the bottom
was dropping out of the trail and that the best
thing for us to do was to lay over,'' Hal said
in response to Thornton's warning to take no
more chances on the rotten ice. ** They told
us we couldn't make White River, and here
we are." This last with a sneering ring of tri-
umph in it
••And they told you true," John Thornton
answered. •• The bottom's likely to drop out
at any moment. Only foob, with the blind
luck of fools, could have made it. I tell you
straight, I wouldn't risk my carcass on that ice
for all the gold in Alaska."
••That's because you're not a fool, I tup-
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pose,*' said HaL ''All the same, we'll go on
to Dawson." He uncoiled his whip. '' Get up
there. Buck! Hi! Get up there I Mush on!*'
Thornton went on whittling. It was idle,
he knew, to get between a fool and his folly ;
while two or three fools more or less would
not alter the scheme of things.
But the team did not get up at the com-
mand. It had long since passed into the stage
where blows were required to rouse it. The
whip flashed out, here and there, on its merd-
less errands. John Thornton compressed his
2ps. Sol-leks was the first to crawl to his
feet. Teek followed. Joe came next, yelping
with pain. Pike made painful efforts. Twice
he fell over, when half up, and on the third
attempt managed to rise. Buck made no
effort He lay quietly where he had fallen.
The lash bit into him again and again, but he
neither whined nor struggled. Several times
Thornton started, as though to speak, but
changed his mind. A moisture came into his
eyes, and, as the whipping continued, he arose
and walked irresolutely up and down.
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This was the first' time Buck had failed, in
itself a sufficient reason to drive Hal into a
rage. He exchanged the whip for the custom-
ary club. Buck refused to move under the
rain of heavier blows which now fell upon him.
Like his mates, he was barely able to get up,
but, unlike them, he had made up his mind
not to get up. He had a vague feeling of im-
pending doom. This had been strong upon
him when he pulled in to the bank, and it had
not departed from him. What of the thin and
rotten ice he had felt under his feet all day, it
seemed that he sensed disaster close at hand,
out there ahead on the ice where his master
was trying to drive him. He refused to stir.
So greatly had he suffered, and so far gone was
he, that the blows did not hurt much. And
as they continued to fall upon him, the spark
of life within flickered and went down. It
was nearly out. He felt strangely numb. As
though from a great distance, he was aware
that he was being beaten. The last sensations
of pain left him. He no longer felt anything,
though very faintly he could hear the impact
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of the club upon his body. But it was no
longer his body, it seemed so far away.
And then, suddenly, without warning, utter-
ing a cry that was inarticulate and more like
the cry of an animal, John Thornton sprang
upon the man who wielded the club. Hal was
hurled backward, as though struck by a falling
tree. Mercedes screamed. Charles looked on
wistfully, wiped his watery eyes, but did not
get up because of his stiffness.
John Thornton stood over Buck, struggling
to control himself, too convulsed with rage to
speak.
" If you strike that dog again. Til kill you,"
he at last managed to say in a choking
voice.
"It's my dog,** Hal replied, raping the
blood from his mouth as he came back. " Get
out of my way, or 1*11 fix you. Vm going to
Dawson.'*
Thornton stood between him and Buck, and
evinced no intention of getting out of the
way. Hal drew his long hunting-knife.
Mercedes screamed, cried, laughed, and mani-
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Tested the chaotic abandonment of hysteria.
Thornton rapped HaFs knuckles with the axe-
handle, knocking the knife to the ground. He
rapped his knuckles again as he tried to pick
it up. Then he stooped, picked it up him-
self, and with two strokes cut Buck's traces.
Hal had no fight left in him. Besides, his
hands were full with his sister, or his arms,
rather; while Buck was too near dead to be
of further use in hauling the sled. A few
minutes later they pulled out from the bank
and down the river. Buck heard them go and
raised his head to see. Pike was leading,
Sol-leks was at the wheel, and between were
Joe and Teek. They were limping and stag-
gering. Mercedes was riding the loaded sled.
Hal guided at the gee-pole, and Charles stum-
bled along in the rear.
As Buck watched them, Thornton knelt
beside him and with rough, kindly hands
searched for broken bones. By the time his
search had disclosed nothing more than many
bruises and a state of terrible starvation, the
sled was a quarter of a mile away. Dog and
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man watched it crawling along over the icco
Suddenly^ they saw its back end drop down^^
as into a rut^ and the gee-pole, with Hal cling*
ing to it, jerk into the air. Mercedes's scream
came to their ears. They saw Charles turn
and make one step to run back, and then a
whole section of ice give way and dogs and
humans disappear. A yawning hole was all
that was to be seen. The bottom had dropped
out of the trail.
John Thornton and Buck looked at each
^ther.
•'You poor devil," s^dd John Thornton^,
md Buck licked his hand.
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FOR THE LOVE OF A MAN
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For the Love of a Man
WHEN John Thornton froze his feet
in the previous December, his part-
ners had made him comfortable and
left him to g6t well, going on themselves up
the river to get out a raft of saw-logs for
Dawson. He was still limping slightly at
the time he rescued Buck, but with the con-
tinued warm weather even the slight limp left
him. And here, lying by the river bank
through the long spring days, watching the run-
ning water, listening lazily to the songs of birds
and the hum of nature. Buck slowly won back
his strength.
A rest comes very good after one has
travelled three thousand miles, and it must
be confessed that Buck waxed lazy as his
wounds healed, his muscles swelled out, and
L l6l
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the flesh came back. to cover his bones. For
that matter, they were all loafing, — Buck,
John Thornton, and Skeet and Nig, — waiting
for the raft to come that was to carry them
down to Dawson. Skeet was a little Irish
setter who early made friends with Buck, who,
in a dying condition, was unable to resent her
first advances. She had the doctor trait which
some dogs possess ; and as a mother cat washes
her kittens, so she washed and cleansed Buck's
wounds. Regularly, each morning after he
had finished his breakfast, she performed her
self-appointed task, till he came to look for her
ministrations as much as he did for Thorn*
ton's. Nig, equally friendly, though less
demonstrative, was a huge black dog, half
bloodhound and half deerhound, with eyes
that laughed and a boundless good nature.
To Buck's surprise these dogs manifested
no jealousy toward him. They seemed to
share the kindliness and largeness of John
Thornton. As Buck grew stronger they
enticed him into all sorts of ridiculous games,
in which Thornton himself could not forbear
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to join ; and in this &shion Buck romped
through his convalescence and into a new
existence. Love, genuine passionate love, was
his for the first time. This he had never
experienced at Judge Miller's down in the
sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. With the
Judge's sons^ hunting and tramping, it had
been a workfng partnership ; with the Judge's
grandsons, a sort of pompous guardianship;
and with the Judge himself, a stately and dig-
nified friendship. But love that was feverish
and burning, that was adoration, that was mad-
ness, it had taken John Thornton to arouse.
This man had saved his life, which was
something; but, fiirther, he was the ideal
master. Other men saw to the welfare of
their dogs from a sense of duty and business
expediency ; he saw to the welfare of his as if.
they were his own children, because he could
not help it. And he saw fiirther. He never
forgot a kindly greeting or a cheering word,
and to sit down for a long talk with them
(" gas " he called it) was as much his delight
as theirs. He had a way of taking Buck's
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head roughly between his hands, and resting
his own head upon Buck's, of shaking him
back and forth, the while calling him ill names
that to Buck were love names. Buck knew no
greater joy than that rough embrace and the
sound of murmured oaths, and at each jerk
back and forth it seemed that his heart would
be shaken out of his body so great was its
ecstasy. And when, released, he sprang to his
feet, his mouth laughing, his eyes eloquent, his
throat vibrant with unuttered sound, and in
that fashion remained without movement, John
Thornton would reverently excldm, **God!
you can all but speak ! "
Buck had a trick of love expression that was
akin to hurt He would often seize Thornton's
hand in his mouth and close so fiercely that
the flesh bore the impress of his teeth for some
time afterward. And as Buck understood the
oaths to be love words, so the man understood
this feigned bite for a caress.
For the most part, however. Buck's love
was expressed in adoration. While he went
wild with happiness when Thornton touched
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him or spoke to him^ he did not seek these
tokens. Unlike Skeet^ who was wont tc
shove her nose under Thornton's hand and
nudge and nudge till petted, or Nig, who
would stalk up and rest his great head on
Thornton's knee. Buck was content to adore
at a distance. He would lie by the hour,
eager, alert, at Thornton's feet, looking up
into his &ce, dwelling upon it, studying it,
following with keenest interest each fleeting
expression, every movement or change of fea-
ture. Or, as chance might have it, he would
lie farther away, to the side or rear, watching
the outlines of the man and the occasional
movements of his body. And often, such was
the communion in which they lived, the
strength of Buck's gaze would draw John
Thornton's head around, and he would return
the gaze, without speech, his heart shining out
of his eyes as Buck's heart shone out
For a long time after his rescue. Buck ^d
not like Thornton to get out of his sight
Prom the moment he left the tent to when he
entered it again. Buck would follow at his
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heels. His transient masters since he had
come into the Northland had bred in him a
fear that no master could be permanent. He
Was afnud that Thornton would pass out of his
life as Perrault and Fran9oi8 and the Scotch
half-breed had passed out Even in the night,
in his dreams, he was haunted by this fean
At such times he would shake off sleep and
creep through the chill to the flap of the tent,
where he would stand and listen to the sound
of his master's breathing.
But in spite of this great love he bore John
Thornton, which seemed to bespeak the soft
civilizing influence, the strain of the primitive,
which the Northland had aroused in him,
remained alive and active. Faithfulness and
devotion, things born of fire and roof, were his j
yet he retained his wlldness and wiliness. He
was a thing of the wild, come in from the wild
to sit by John Thornton's fire, rather than a
dog of the sof^ Southland stamped with the
marks of generations of civilization. Because
of his very great love, he could not steal from
this man, but from any other man, in any
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other camp) he did not hesitate an instant;
while the cunning with which he stole enabled
him to escape detection.
His face and body were scored by the teeth
of many dogs, and he fought as fiercely as ever
and more shrewdly. Skeet and Nig were too
good-natured for quarrelling, — besides, they
belonged to John Thornton; but the strange
dog, no matter what the breed or valor, swiftly
acknowledged Buck*s supremacy or found him-
self struggling for life with a terrible antagonist
And Buck was merciless. He had learned
well the law of club and fang, and he never
forewent an advantage or drew back from «
foe he had started on the way to Death. He
had lessoned from Spitz, and from the chief
fighting dogs of the police and mail, and knew
there was no middle course. He must master
or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weak«
ness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial life.
It was misunderstood for fear, and such misun-
derstandings made for death. Kill or be killed^
eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate^
down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed*
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He was older than the days he had seen
and the breaths he had drawn. He linked the
past with the present^ and the eternity behind
him throbbed through him in a mighty rhythm
to which he swayed as the tides and seasons
swayed. He sat by John Thornton's fire, a
broad-breasted dog, white-fanged and long-
furred ; but behind him were the shades of all
manner of dogs, half-wolves and wild wolves,
urgent and prompting, tasting the savor of the
meat he ate, thirsting for the water he drank,
scenting the wind with him, listening with him
and telling him the sounds made by the wild
Hfe in the forest, dictating his moods, directing
his actions, lying down to sleep with him when
he lay down, and dreaming with him and be-^
yond him and becoming themselves th^ stuff
of his dreams.
So peremptorily did these shades beckon
Mm, that each day mankind and the claims of
mankind slipped farther from him. Deep in
the forest a call was sounding, and as often as
he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and
luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon
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the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to
plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew
not where or why ; nor did he wonder where or
why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in
the forest. But as often as he gained the soft
unbroken earth and the green shade, the love
for John Thornton drew him back to the fire
agdn.
Thornton alone held him. The rest of
mankind was as nothing. Chance travellers
might praise or pet him ; but he was cold under
it all, and from a too demonstrative man he
would get up and walk away. When Thorn-
ton*s partners, Hans and Pete, arrived on the
long-expected raft. Buck refused to notice
them till he learned they were close to Thorn-
ton; after that he tolerated them in a passive
sort of way, accepting favors from them as
though he favored them by accepting. They
were of the same large type as Thornton, liv-
ing close to the earth, thinking simply and
seeing clearly; and ere they swung the raft
into the big eddy by the saw-mill at Dawson^
they understood Buck and his ways, and did
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not insist upon an intimacy such as obtained
with Skeet and Nig.
For Thornton, however, his love, seemed to
grow and grow. He, alone among men, could
put a pack upo^ Buck's back in the summer
travelling. Nothing was too great for Buck to
do, when Thornton commanded.. One day
(they had grub-staked themselves from the
proceeds of the raft and left Dawson for the
head-waters of the Tanana) the men and dogs
were sitting on the crest of a cliff which fell
away, straight down, to naked bed-rock three
hundred feet below. John Thornton was sit-
ting near the edge. Buck at his shoulder. A
thoughtless whim seized Thornton, and he
drew the attention of Hans and Pete to the
experiment he had in mind. ** Jump, Buck ! *'
he commanded, sweeping his arm out and over
the chasm. The next instant he was grappling
with Buck on the extreme edge, while Hans
and Pete were dragging them back into safety.
" It's uncanny," Pete said, after it was over
and they had caught their speech.
Thornton shook his head. **No, it is
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splendid, and it is terrible, too. Do you
know, it sometimes makes me afraid/*
" Fm not hankering to be the man that lays
hands on you while he's around,** Pete an-
nounced conclusively, nodding his head toward
Buck.
" Py Jingo ! ** was Hans*8 contribution,
" Not minesclf either.**
It was at Circle City, ere the year was out,
that Pete's apprehensions were realized.
"Black** Burton, a man evil -tempered* and
malicious, had been picking a quarrel with a
tenderfoot at the bar, when Thornton stepped
good-naturedly between. Buck, as was his
custom, was lying in a corner, head on paws,
watching his master*8 every action. Burton
struck out, without warning, strdght from
the shoulder. Thornton was sent spinning^,
and saved himself from falling only by clutch-
ing the rail of the bar.
Those who were looking on heard what was
neither bark nor yelp, but a something which
is best described as a roar, and they saw Buck*8
body rise up in the air as he left the floor for
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Burton's throat The man saved his life by
instinctively throwing out his arm, but was
hurled backward to the floor with Buck on top
of him. Buck loosed his teeth from the flesh
of the arm and drove in again for the throat.
This time the man succeeded only in partly
blocking, and his throat was torn open. Then
the crowd was upon Buck, and he was driven
off; but while a surgeon checked the bleeding,
he prowled up and down, growling furiously,
attempting to rush in, and being forced back by
an array of hostile clubs. A, "miners* meet-
ing,** called on the spot, decided that the dog
had suflident provocation, and Buck was dis-
charged. But his reputation was made, and
from that day his name spread through every
camp in Alaska.
Later on, in the fall of the year, he saved
John Thornton's life in quite another &shion.
The three partners were lining a long and
narrow poling-boat down a bad stretch of
rapids on the Forty-Mile Creek. Hans and
Pete moved along the bank, snubbing with a
thin Manila rope from tree to tree» while
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Thornton remained in the boat, helping its
descent by means of a pole, and shouting
directions to the shore. Buck, on the bank,
worried and anxious, kept abreast of the boat,
his eyes never off his master.
At a particularly bad spot, where a ledg^ of
barely submerged rocks jutted out into the
river, Hans cast off the rope, and, while
Thornton poled the boat out into the stream,
ran down the bank with the end in his hand
to snub the boat when it had cleared the ledge.
This it did, and was flying down-stream in a
current as swift as a mill-race, when Hans
checked it with the rope and checked too sud-
denly. The boat flirted over and snubbed in
to the bank bottom up, while Thornton, flung
sheer out of it, was carried down -stream toward
the worst part of the rapids, a stretch of wild
water in which no swimmer could live.
Buck had sprung in on the instant ; and at
the end of three hundred yards, amid a mad
swirl of water, he overhauled Thornton. When
he felt him grasp his tail. Buck headed for the
bank, swimming with all his splendid strength.
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But the progress shoreward was slow; the
progress down-stream amazingly rapid From
below came the fatal roaring where the wild
current went wilder and was rent in shreds and
spray by the rocks which thrust through like
the teeth of an enormous comb. The suck
of the water as it took the beginning of the
last steep pitch was frightful, and Thornton
knew that the shore was impossible. He
scraped furiously over a rock, bruised across a
second, and struck a third with crushing force.
He clutched its slippery top with both hands,
releasing Buck, and above the roar of the
churning water shouted : " Go, Buck ! Go I **
Buck could not hold hb own, and swept
on down-stream, struggling desperately, but
unable to win back. When he heard Thorn-
ton's command repeated, he partly reared out
of the water, throwing his head high, as
though for a last look, then turned obediently
toward the bank. He swam powerfully and
was dragged ashore by Pete and Hans at the
very point where summing ceased to be pos-
mble and destruction began.
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They knew that the time a man could cling
to a slippery rock in the face of that driving
current was a matter of minutes, and they ran
as fast as they could up the bank to a point
lar above where Thornton was hanging on.
They attached the line with which they had
been snubbing the boat to Buck's neck and
shoulders, being careful that it should neither
strangle him nor impede his swimming, and
launched him into the stream. He struck out
boldly, but not straight enough into the
stream. He discovered the mistake too late,
when Thornton was abreast of him and a bare
half<lozen strokes away while he was being
carried helplessly past
Hans promptly snubbed with the rope, as
though Buck were a boat. The rope thus
tightening on him in the sweep of the current,
he was jerked under the surface, and under the
surface he remained till his body struck against
the bank and he was hauled out. He was half
drowned, and Hans and Pete threw them-
selves upon him, pounding the breath into
him and the water out of him. He staggered
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to his feet and fell down. The faint sound of
Thornton's voice came to them, and though
they could not make out the words of it, they
knew that he was in his extremity. His mas-
ter's voice acted on Buck like an electric shock.
He sprang to his feet and ran up the bank
ahead of the men to the point of his previous
departure.
Again the rope was attached and he was
launched, and again he struck out, but this
time straight into the stream. He had mis-
calculated once, but he would not be guilty of
it a second time. Hans paid out the rope,
permitting no slack, while Pete kept it clear
of coils. Buck held on till he was on a line
straight above Thornton; then he turned,
. and with the speed of an express train headed
down upon him. Thornton saw him com-
ing, and, as Buck struck him like a battering
ram, with the whole force of the current be-
hind him, he reached up and closed with both
arms around the shaggy neck. Hans snubbed
the rope around the tree, and Buck and
Thornton were jerked under the water.
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Strangling, suffocating, sometimes one upper-
most and sometimes the other^ dragging over
the jagged bottom, smashing against rocks and
snags, they veered in to the bank.
Thornton came to, belly downward and
being violently propelled back and forth across
a drift log by Hans and Pete. His first glance
was for Buck, over whose limp and apparently
lifeless body Nig was setting up a howl, while
Skeet was licking the wet &ce and closed eyes.
Thornton was himself bruised and battered,
and he went carefully over Buck's bo ly, when
he had been brought around, finding three
broken ribs.
**That settles it,** he announced. **We
camp right here." And camp they did, till
Buck's ribs knitted and he was able to traveL
That winter, at Dawson, Buck performed
another exploit, not so heroic, perhaps, but
one that put his name many notches iiigher
on the totem-pole of Alaskan fame. This
exploit was particularly gratifying to the three
men; for they stood in need of the outfit
which it furnished, and were enabled to make
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% long-desired trip into the virgin East, where
miners had not yet appeared. It was brought
about by a conversation in the Eldorado
Saloon, in which men waxed boastful of their
favorite dogg. Buck, because of his record,
was the target foir these men, and Thornton
was driven stoutly to defend him. At the
end of half an hour one man stated that his
dog could start a sled with five hundred
pounds and walk off with it; a second
bragged six hundred for hb dog ; and a third,
seven hundred.
"Pooh I pooh!" said John Thornton;
^^ Buck can start a thousand pounds."
** And break it out ? and walk off with it
for a hundred yards ? ** demanded Matthewson,
a Bonanza King, he of the seven hundred
vaunt
" And break it out, and walk off with it
for u hundred yards," John Thornton said
coolly.
"Well," Matthewson said, slowly and de-
liberately, so that all could hear, " I've got a
thousand dollars that says he can't. And
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there it is.'^ So saying, he slammed a sack
of gold dust of the size of a bologna sausage
doivn upon the bar.
Nobody spoke. Thornton's bluff, if bluff
it was, had been called. He could feel a flush
of warm blood creeping up his face. His
tongue had tricked him. He did not know
whether Buck could start a thousand pounds.
Half a ton ! The enormousness of it appalled
him. He had great faith in Buck's strength
and had often thought him capable of starting
such a load ; but never, as now, had he faced
the possibility of it, the eyes of a dozen men
fixed upon him, silent and waiting. Further,
he had no thousand dollars; nor had Hans
or Pete.
" IVe got a sled standing outside now, with
twenty fifty-pound sacks of flour on it,"
Matthewson went on with brutal directness;
^* so don't let that hinder you."
Thornton did not reply. He did not know
what to say. He glanced from face to fkct
m the absent way of a man who has lost the
power of thought and is seeking somewhere
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to find the thing that will start it going agaia,
The face of Jim O'Brien^ a Mastodon King
and old-time comrade^ caught his eyes. It
was as a cue to him^ seeming to rouse him
to do what he would never have dreamed of
doing.
^^ Can you lend me a thousand ? " he asked,
abnost in a whisper.
"Sure," answered O'Brien, thumping down
a plethoric sack by the side of Matthewson's.
""^ Though it's little faith Fm having, John,
that the beast can do the trick.**
The Eldorado emptied its occupants into
the street to see the test The tables were
deserted, and the dealers and gamekeepers
came forth to see the outcome of the wager
and to lay odds. Several hundred men,
jfiured and mittened, banked around the sled
within easy distance. Matthewson's sled,
loaded with a thousand pounds of flour, had
been standing for a couple of hours, and in
ithe intense cold (it was sixty below zero) the
mnners had frozen hst to the hard-packed
mow. Men offered odds of two to one that
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Buck could not budge the sled A quibble
arose concerning the phrase ^* break out.*'
O'Brien contended it was Thornton's privilege
to knock the runners loose, leaving Buck to
" break it out " from a dead standstill. Mat-
thewson insisted that the phrase included
breaking the runners fi-om the frozen grip of
the snow. A majority of the men who had
witnessed the making of the bet decided in
his favor, whereat the odds went up tx> three
to one against Buck.
There were no takers. Not a man believed
him capable of the feat. Thornton had been
hurried into the wager, heavy with doubt;
and now that he looked at the sled itself, the
concrete fact, with the regular team of ten
dogs curled up in the snow before it, the
more impossible the task appeared. Mat-
thewson waxed jubilant
"Three to one!" he proclaimed. "TU
lay you another thousand at that figure,
Thornton. What d'ye say ? "
Thornton's doubt was strong in his free,
but his fighting spirit was aroused-— die
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idng sfnrit that soars above odds^ fiub to
recognize the impossibley and b deaf to all
iave the clamor for battle. He called Ham
and Pete to him. Their sacks were slim^ and
with hb own the three partners could rake
together only two hundred dollars. In the
sbb of thdr fortunes^ this sum was their total
oipital ; yet they laid it unhesitatingly against
Matthewson's six hundred.
The team of ten dogs was unhitched, and
Buck, with his own harness, was put into
the sled. He had caught the contagion of
die excitement, and he felt that in some way
iie must do a great thing for John Thornton.
Murmurs of admiration at his splendid ap^
pearance went up. He was in perfect condi*
tion, without an ounce of superfluous flesh,
and the one hundred and fifty pounds that
he weighed were so many pounds of grit and
Tirility. His fiirry coat shone with the sheen
of silk. Down the neck and across the
shoulders, his mane, in repose as it was,
iialf bristled and seemed to lift with every
movement, as though excess of v^r made
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sach particular hair alive and active. The
great breast and heavy fore legs were no more
than in proportion with the rest of the body,
where the muscles showed in tight rolls under-
neath the skin. Men felt these muscles and
proclaimed them hard as iron> and the odds
went down to two to one«
'^ Gad, sir I Gad, sir 1 "' stuttered a member
of the latest dynasty, a king of the Skookum
BencheSo ^I ofier you eight hundred for
him, sir, before the test, sir; eight hundred
just as he stands."
Thornton shook his head and stepped to
Buck's side.
** You must stand oflF from him," Matthew^
son protested ^^Free play and plenty of
room.
The crowd fell silent ; only could be heard
the voices of the gamblers Vsunly oflfering two
to one. Everybody acknowledged Buck a
magnificent animal, but twenty fifty-pound
sacks of flour bulked too large in their eyes
for them to loosen their pouch-strings.
Thornton knelt down by Buck's side. He
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took his head in hb two hands and rested
cheek on cheek. He did not playfully shake
him^ as was his wont^ or murmur soft love
curses; but he whispered in his ear. ^*As
you love me. Buck. As you love me," Was
what he whispered. Buck whmed with sup-
pressed eagerness.
The crowd was watching curiously. The
tSzxT was growing mysterious. It seemed like
a conjuration. As Thornton got to his feet.
Buck seized his mittened hand between his
jaws, pressing in with his teeth and releasing
slowly, half-reluctantly. It was the answer, in
terms, not of speech, but of love. Thornton
stepped well back.
** Now, Buck," he said.
Buck tightened the traces, then slacked
them for a matter of several inches. It was
the way he had learned.
" Gee I ** Thornton's voice rang out, sharp
in the tense silence.
Buck swung to the right, ending the move«
ment in a plunge that took up the slack and
with a sodden jerk arrested his one hundred
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and fifty pounds. The load quivered^ and
from under the runners arose a crisp cracklingo
*^ Haw ! " Thornton commanded.
Buck duplicated the manoBUvre» this dme to
the left. The crackling turned into a snap<-
ping, the sled pivoting and the runners slip-
ping and gradng several inches to the sideo
The sled was broken out. Men were hold-
ing their breaths, intensely unconscious of the
feet
"Now, MUSH!"
Thornton's command cracked out like a
pistol-shot Buck threw himself forward,
tightening the traces with a jarring lunge«
Hb whole body was gathered compactly to-
gether in the tremendous effort, the muscles
writhing and knotting like live things under
the silky fiir. His great chest was low to the
ground, his head forward and down, while his
feet were flying like mad, the claws scarring
the hard-packed snow in parallel grooveSo
The sled swayed and trembled, half-started
forward. One of hb feet slipped, and one
man groaned aloud Then the sled lurched
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%head in what appeared a rapid succession of
jerksy though it never really came to a dead
stop again . . • half an inch ... an inch . «, .
two inches. . • . The jerks perceptibly di-
minished; as the sled gained momentum^ he
caught them up» till it was moving steadily
along.
Men gasped and b^^ to breathe again,
unaware that for a moment they had ceased
to breathe. Thornton was running behind^
encouraging Buck with short, cheery wordsa
The distance had been measured off, and as he
neared the pile of firewood which marked the
end of the hundred yards, a cheer began to
grow and grow, which burst into a roar as he
passed the firewood and halted at command.
Every man was tearing himself loose, even
Matthewson. Hats and mittens were fiying
in the sur. Men were shaking hands, it did
not matter with whom, and bubbling over in
a general incoherent babel.
But Thornton fell on his knees beside Bucko
Head was against head, and he was shaking
him back and forth. Those who hurried up
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heard him cursing Buck^ and he cursed him
long and fervendy, and softly and lovingly.
**Gad, sir! Gad, sirl" spluttered the
Skookum Bench king. ^^FlI give you a
thousand for him, ^r, a thousand, sir — twelve
hundred, sir."
Thornton rose to his feet His eyes were
wet. The tears were streaming frankly down
his cheeks. ^ Sir," he said to the Skookum
Bench king, **no, siro You can go to hell,
sir. It's the best I can do for you, sir.**
Buck seized Thornton's hand in his teeth.
Thornton shook him back and forth. As
though animated by a common impulse, the
onlookers drew back to a respectful distance ;
nor were they again indiscreet enough to
interrupt
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THE SOUNDING OF THE CALL
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The Sounding of the Call
WHEN Buck earned sixteen hundred
dollars in five minutes for John
Thornton^ he made it possible for
his master to pay off certain debts and to
journey with his partners into the East after
a fabled lost mine, the history of which was
as old as the history of the country* Many
men had sought it; few had found it; and
more than a few there were who had never re-
turned from the quest This lost mine was
steeped in tragedy and shrouded in mystery.
No one knew of the first man. The oldest
tradition stopped before it got back to him.
From the beginning there had been an ancient
and ramshackle cabin. Dying men had sworn
to it, and to the mine the site of which it
marked, clinching their testimony with nuggets
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that were unlike any known grade of gold id
the Northland
But no living man had looted this treasure
house, and the dead were dead; wherefore
John Thornton and Pete and Hans, with
Buck and half a dozen other dogs, faced into
the East on an unknown trail to achieve where
men and dogs as good as themselves had
^led« They sledded seventy miles up the
Yukon, swung to the left into the Stewart
River, passed the Mayo and the McQuestion,
and held on until the Stew^ itself became
a streamlet^ threading the upstanding peaks
which marked the backbone of the conti-
nent.
John Thornton asked little of man or
nature* He was unafrdd of the wild. With
a handful of salt and a rifle he could plunge
into the wilderness and fare wherever he
pleased and as long as he pleased. Being
in no haste, Indian fashion, he hunted
his dinner in the course of the day's
travel; and if he failed to find it, like the
Tfldian» he kept on travelling, secure in the
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knowledge that sooner or later he would come
to it S09 on this great journey into the
£ast9 straight meat was the bill of fare> am-
munition and tools principally made up the
"^ load on the sled^ and the time-card was drawn
upon the limidess future.
To Buck it was boundless delight> this
hunting, fishings and indefinite wandering
through strange places. For weeks at a time
they would hold on steadily, day after day;
and for weeks upon end they would <amp,
here and there, the dogs loafing and the
men burning holes through frozen muck and
gravel and washing countless pans of dirt by
the heat of the fire. Sometimes they went
hungry, sometimes they feasted riotously, all
according to the abundance of game and the
fortune of hundng. Summer arrived, and
dogs and men packed on their backs, rafted
across blue mountain lakes, and descended or
ascended unknown rivers in slender boats
whipsawed from the standing forest
The months came and went, and back and
forth tbey tsnstsid through the uncharted vast*
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ness, where no men were and yet where men
bad been if the Lost Cabin were true. They
went across divides in summer blizzards,
shivered under the midnight sun on naked
mountains between the timber line and the
eternal snows, dropped into summer valleys
amid swarming gnats and flies, and in the
shadows of glaciers picked strawberries and
flowers as ripe and fair as any the Southland
could boast. In the fall of the year they
. penetrated a weird lake country, sad and
silent, where wild-fowl had been^ but where
then there was no life nor sign of life-^
only the blowing of chill winds, the forming
of ice in sheltered places, and the melancholy
rippling of waves on lonely beaches.
And through another winter they wandered
on the obliterated trails of men who had gone
before. Once, they came upon a path blazed
, through the forest, an ancient path, and the
Lost Cabin seemed very near. But the path
began nowhere and ended nowhere, and it
remained mystery, as the man who made it
and the reason he made it remained mystery
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Another time they chanced upon the time-
graven wreckage of a hunting lodge, and amid
the shreds of rotted blankets John Thornton
found a long-barrelled flint-lock. He knew
it for a Hudson Bay Company gun of the
young days in the Northwest, when such a
gun was worth its height in beaver skins
packed flat And that was all — no hint as to
the man who in an early day had reared the
lodge and left the gun among the blankets.
Spring came on once more, and at the end
of all their wandering they found, not the
Lost Cabin, but a shallow placer in a broad
valley where the gold showed like yellow
butter across the bottom of the washing-pan.
They sought no farther. Each day they worked
earned them thousands of dollars in clean dust
and nuggets, and they worked every day.
The gold was sacked in moose-hide bags, fifty
pounds tc the bag, and piled like so much fire-
wood outside the spruce-bough lodge. Like
giants they toiled, days flashing on the heels
of days like dreams as they heaped the treas-
ure up.
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There was nothing for the dogs to dO|
tave the hauling in of meat now and again
that Thornton killed^ and Buck spent long
hours musing by the fire. The vision of the
short-legged hdry man came to him more
frequently^ now that there was little work to
be done ; and often» blinking by the fire. Buck
wandered with him in that other world which
he remembered.
The salient thing of this other world seemed
fear. When he watched the hairy man sleep-
ing by the fire^ head between his knees and
hands clasped abovci Buck saw that he slept
restlessly^ with many starts and awakenings,
at which times he would peer fearfully into
the darkness and fling more wood upon the
fire. Did they walk by the beach of a sea,
where the hdry man gathered shell-fish and
ate them as he gathered, it was with eyes
that roved everywhere for hidden danger and
with legs prepared to run like the wind at
its first appearance. Through the forest they
crept noiselessly. Buck at the hdry man's
iCfJs ; and they were alert and vig^lantt tho
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pair of them» ears twitching and moving and
nostrib quivering, for the man heard and
smelled as keenly as Buck. The hairy man
could spring up into the trees and travel
ahead as fast as on the groundi swinging
by the arms from limb to limbi sometimes
a dozen feet apart^ letting go and catching,
never falling, never missing his grip. In fact,
he seemed as much at home among the trees
as on the ground; and Buck had memories
of nights of ^gil spent beneath trees wherein
the hairy man roosted, holding on tightly as
he slept
And closely akin to the visions of the hsury
man was the call still sounding in the depths
of the forest. It filled him with a great unrest
and strange desires. It caused him to feel
a vague, sweet gladness, and he was iware of
wild yearnings and stirrings for he knew not
what. Sometimes he pursued the call into
the forest, looking for it as though it were
a tangible thing, barking softly or defiantly,
as the mood might dictate. He would thrust
his nose intx> the cool wood moasi or into
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the black 8(^1 where long grasses grew, and
snort with joy at the fat earth smells ; or he
would crouch for hours, as if in concealment,
behind fungus-covered trunks of fallen trees,
wide-eyed and wide-eared to all that moved
and sounded about him. It might be, lying
thus, that he hoped to surprise thb call he
could not understand. But he did not know
why he did these various things. He was
impelled to do them, and did not reason about
them at all.
Irresistible impulses seized him. He would
be lying in camp, dozing lazily in the heat
of the day, when suddenly his head would
lift and his ears cock up, intent and listening,
and he would spring to his feet and dash away,
and on and on, for hours, through the forest
aisles and across the open spaces where the
niggerheads bunched. He loved to run down
dry watcrcouraes, and to creep and spy upon
the bird life in the woods. For a day at a
time he would lie in the underbrush where
he could watch the partridges drumming and
strutting up and down. But especially he
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loved to run in the dim twilight of the sum-
mer midnights, listening to the subdued and
sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs
and sounds as man may read a book, and
seeking for the mysterious something that
called — called, waking or sleeping, at all
times, for him to come..
One night he sprang from sleep with a start,
eager-eyed, nostrils quivering and scenting, his
mane bristling in recurrent waves. From the
forest came the call (or one note of it, for the
call was many noted), distinct and definite as
never before, — a long-drawn howl, like, yet
unlike, any noise made by husky dog. And
he knew it, in the old familiar way, as a sound
heard before. He sprang through the sleeping
camp and in swift silence dashed through the
woods. As he drew closer to the cry he went
more slowly, with caution in every movement,
till he came to an open place among the trees,
and looking out saw, erect on haunches, with
nose pointed to the sky, a long, lean, timber
wolf.
He had made no noise, yet it ceased from
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Its howling and tried to sense his presence.
Buck stalked into the open, half crouching^
body gathered compactly together^ tail straight
and stiffs feet falling with unwonted carec
Every movement advertised commingled threat-
ening and overture of friendliness. It was the
menacing truce that marks the meeting of wild
beasts that prey. But the wolf fled at sight
of him. He followed, with wild leapings, in a
frenzy to overtake. He ran him into a blind
channel, in the bed of the creek, where a tim-
ber jam barred the way. The wolf whirled
about, pivoting on his hind legs after the fash-
ion of Joe and of all cornered husky dogs,
snarling and bristling, clipping his teeth to-
gether in a continuous and rapid succession
of snaps.
Buck did not attack, but drded him about
and hedged him in with friendly advances.
The wolf was suspicious and afraid ; for Buck
made three of him in weight, while his head
barely reached Buck's shoulder. Watching
his chance, he darted away, and the chase was
resumed. Time and again he was cornered.
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and the thing repeated, though he was in poor
condition, or Buck could not so easily have
overtaken him. He would run till Buck's
head was even with his flank, when he would
whirl around at bay, only to dash away again
at the first opportunity.
But in the end Buck's pertinacity was re-
warded ; for the wolf, finding that no harm was
intended, finally sniflFed noses with him. Then
they became friendly, and played about in the
nervous, half-coy way with which fierce beasts
belie their fierceness. After some time of this
the wolf started oflFat an easy lope in a manner
that plainly showed he was going somewhere.
He made it clear to Buck that he was to come,
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and they ran side by side through the sombre
twilight, straight up the creek bed, into the
gorge from which it issued, and across the
bleak divide where it took its rise.
On the opposite slope of the watershed
they came down into a level country where
were great stretches of forest and many
streams, and through these great stretches
they ran steadily, hour after hour, the sun
rising higher and the day growing warmer.
Buck was wildly glad. He knew he was at
last answering the call, running by the side of
his wood brother toward the place from where
the call surely came. Old memories were
coming upon him fast, and he was stirring to
them as of old he stirred to the realities of
which they were the shadows. He had done
this thing before, somewhere in that other and
dimly remembered world, and he was doing it
again, now, running free in the open, the un-
packed earth underfoot, the wide sky over-
head.
They stopped by a running stream to drink,
and, stopping. Buck remembered John Thorn-
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♦on. He sat down. The wolf started on
toward the place from where the call surely
came» then returned to him^ sniffing noses and
making actions as though to encourage him.
But Buck turned about and started slowly on
the back track. For the better part of an
hour the wild brother ran by his side, whining
softly. Then he sat down, pointed his nose
upward, and howled. It was a mournful howl,
and as Buck held steadily on his way he heard
it grow faint and Winter until it was lost in the
distance.
John Thornton was eating dinner when
Buck dashed into camp and sprang upon him
in a frenzy of affection, overturning him,
scrambling upon him, licking his face, biting
his hand — ** playing the general tom-fool,** as
John Thornton characterized it, the while he
shook Buck back and forth and cursed him
lovingly.
For two days and nights Buck never left
camp, never let Thornton out of his sight
He followed him about at his work, watched
him while he ate, saw him into his blankets at
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night and out of them in the morning. But
after two days the call in the forest began to
sound more imperiously than ever. Buck's
restlessness came back on him, and he was
haunted by recollections of the wild brother,
and of the smiling land beyond the divide and
the run side by side through the wide forest
stretches. Once again he took to wandering
in the woods, but the wild brother came no
more; and though he listened through long
vigils, the mournful howl was never raised.
He began to sleep out at night, staying
away from camp for days at a time ; and once
he crossed the divide at the head of the creek
and went down into the land of timber and
streams. There he wandered for a week,
seeking vsunly for fresh sign of the wild
brother, killing his meat as he travelled and
travelling with the long, easy lope th?t seems
never to tire. He fished for salmon in a
broad stream that emptied somewhere into the
sea, and by this stream he killed a large black
bear, blinded by the mosquitoes while likewise
fishing, and raging through tlie forejt helpless
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and terrible. Even so, it was a hard fight, and
it aroused the last latent remnants of Buck's
ferocity. And two days later, when he re-
turned to his kill and found a dozen wolver-
enes quarrelling over the spoil, he scattered
them like chaff; and those that fled left two
behind who would quarrel no more.
The blood-longing became stronger than
ever before. He was a killer, a thing that
preyed, living on the things that lived, un-
aided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and
prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile
environment where only the strong survived.
Because of all this he became possessed of a
great pride in himself, which communicated
itself like a contagion to his physical being.
It advertised itself in all his movements, was
apparent in the play of every muscle, spoke
plainly as speech in the way he carried himself,
and made his glorious furry coat if anything
more glorious. But for the stray brown on his
muzzle and above his eyes, and for the splash
of white hair that ran midmost down his chest,
he might well have been mistaken for a gigan-
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tic lvolf, larger than the largest of the breed.
From his St. Bernard father he had inherited
size and weight, but it was his shepherd
mother who had given shape to that size and
weight. His muzzle was the long wolf muzzle,
save that it was larger than the muzzle of any
wolf; and his head, somewhat broader, was
the wolf head on a massive scale.
His cunning was wolf cunning, and wild
cunning ; his intelligence, shepherd intelligence
and St. Bernard intelligence ; and all this, plus
an experience gained in the fiercest of schools,
made him as formidable a creature as any that
roamed the wild. A carnivorous animal, liv*
ing on a straight meat diet, he was in full
flower, at the high tide of his life, overspilling
with vigor and virility. When Thornton
passed a caressing hand along his back, a snap-
ping and crackling followed the hand, each
hair discharging its pent magnetism at the c6n-
tact. Every part, brain and body, nerve tis-
sue and fibre, was keyed to the most exquisite
pitch; and between all the parts there was a
perfect equilibrium or adjustment To sights
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and sounds and events which required action,
he responded with lightning-like rapidity.
Quickly as a husky dog could leap to defend
from attack or to attack, he could leap twice as
quickly. He saw the movement, or heard
sound, and responded in less time than an-
other dog required to compass the mere seeing
or hearing. He perceived and determined
and responded in the same instant. In point
of fact the three actions of perceiving, deter-
mining, and responding were sequential; but
so infinitesimal were the intervals of time be-
tween t'hem that they appeared simultaneous.
His muscles were surcharged with vitality, and
snapped into play sharply, like steel springs.
Life streamed through him in splendid flood,
glad and rampant, until it seemed that it
would burst him asunder in sheer ecstasy and
pour forth generously over the world.
" Never was there such a dog," said John
Thornton one day, as the partners watched
Buck marching out of camp.
" When he was made, the mould was broke,**
said Pete.
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"Py jingo! I t'ink so mineself," Hans
affirmed.
They saw him marching out of camp, but
they did not see the instant and terrible trans-
formation which took place as soon as he was
within the secrecy of the forest. He no longer
marched. At once he became a thing of the
wild, stealing along softly, cat-footed, a pass-
ing shadow that appeared and disappeared
among the shadows. He knew how to take
advantage of every cover, to crawl on his
belly like a snake, and like a snake to leap
and strike. He could take a ptarmigan from
its nest, kill a rabbit as it slept, and snap in
mid air the little chipmunks fleeing a second
too late for the trees. Fish, in open pools,
were not too quick for him ; nor were beaver,
mending their dams, too wary. He killed
to eat, not from wantonness ; but he preferred
to eat what he killed himself. So a lurking
humor ran through his deeds, and it was his
delight to steal upon the squirrels, and, when
he all but had them, to let them go, chattering
in mortal fear to the tree-tops.
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As the fall of the year came on, the moose
appeared in greater abundance, moving slowly
down to meet the winter in the lower and less
rigorous valleys. Buck had already dragged
down a stray part-grown calf; but he wished
strongly for larger and more formidable quarry,
and he came upon it one day on the divide
at the head of the creek. A band of twenty
moose had crossed over from the land of
streams and timber, and chief among them was
a great bull. He was in a savage temper,
and, standing over six feet from the ground,
was as formidable an antagonist as even Buck
could desire. Back and forth the bull tossed
his great palmated antlers, branching to four-
teen points and embracing seven feet wichm
the tips. His small eyes burned with a vicious
and bitter light, while he roared with fury at
sight of Buck.
From the bull's side, just forward of the
flank, protruded a feathered arrow-end, which
accounted for his savageness. Guided by that
instinct which came from the old hunting days
of the primordial world. Buck proceeded to
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cut the. bull out from the herd. It was no
slight task. He would bark and dance about
in front of the bull, just out of reach of the
great antlers and of the terrible splay hoofs
which could have stamped his life out with a
single blow. Unable to turn his back on the
fanged danger and go on, the bull would be
driven into paroxysms of rage. At such
moments he charged Buck, who retreated
craftily, luring him on by a simulated inability
to escape. But when he was thus sepa-
rated from his fellows, two or three of the
younger bulls would charge, back upon Buck
and enable the wounded bull to rejoin the
herd.
There is a patience of^ the mid — dogged,
tireless, persistent as life itself — that holds
motionless for endless hours the spider in its
web, the snake in its coils, the panther in its
ambuscade; this patience belongs peculiarly
to life when it hunts its living food; and it
belonged to Buck as he clung to the flank
of the herd, retarding its march, irritating the
young bulls, worrying the cows with their
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half-grown calves, and driving the wounded
bull mad with helpless rage. For half a day
this continued. Buck multiplied himself,
attacking from all sides, enveloping the herd
in a whirlwind of menace, cutting out his
victim as fast as it could rejoin its mates,
wearing out the patience of creatures preyed
upon, which is a lesser patience than that of
creatures preying.
As the day wore along and the sun dropped
to its bed in the northwest (the darkness had
come back and the fall nights were six hours
long), the young bulls retraced their steps
more and more reluctantly to the aid of their
beset leader. The down-coming winter was
harrying them on to the lower levels, and it
seemed they could never shake off this tireless
creature that held them back. Besides, it
was not the life of the herd, or of the young
bulls, that was threatened. The life of only
one member was demanded, which was a re-
moter interest than their lives, and in the end
they were content to pay the toll.
As twilight fell the old bull stood with
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lowered head, watching his mates — the cows
he had known, the calves he had fathered, the
bulls he had mastered — as they shambled on
at a rapid pace through the fading light. He
could not follow, for before his nose leaped the
merciless fanged terror that would not let him
go. Three hundredweight more than half a ton
he weighed ; he had lived a long, strong life,
foil of fight and struggle, and at the end he
faced death at the teeth of a creature whose head
did not reach beyond his great knuckled knees.
From then on, night and day. Buck never
left his prey, never gave it a moment's rest,
never permitted it to browse the leaves of trees
or the shoots of young birch and willow. Nor
did he give the wounded bull opportunity to
slake his burning thirst in the slender trickling
streams they crossed. Often, in desperation,
he burst into long stretches of flight. At such
times Buck did not attempt to stay him, but
loped easily at his heels, satisfied with the way
the game was played, lying down when the
moose stood still, attacking him fiercely when
he strove to eat or drink.
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The great head drooped more and more
under its tree of horns, and the shambling trot
grew weak and weaken He took to stand-
ing for long periods, with nose to the ground
and dgected ears dropped limply; and Buck
found more time in which to get water for
himself and in which to rest At such mo-
ments, panting with red lolling tongue and
with eyes fixed upon the big bull, it appeared
to Buck that a change was coming over the
&oe of things. He CQuld feel a new stir in
the land. As the moose were coming into
the land, other kinds of life were coming in.
Forest and stream and air seemed palpitant
with their presence. The news of it was borne
in upon him, not by sight, or sound, or smell,
but by some other and subtler sense. He
heard nothing, saw nothing, yet knew that the
land was somehow different; that through it
strange things were afoot and ranging ; and he
resolved to investigate after he had finished the
business in hand.
At last, at the end of the fourth day, he
puUed the great moose down. For a day and
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« n^ht he remained bjr die kill, eadng and
•leejnng^ turn and torn about. Then, rested,
refreshed and strong, he tamed his &cc toward
ounp and John Thornton* He broke into
the long easy lope, and went on, hour after
hoar, never at loss for die tangled way, head-
ing straight home through strange country
with a cerdtude of direcdon that put man and
lus magnedc needle to shame.
As he held on he became more and more
consdous of die new sdr in the land. There
was life abroad in it difierent from die life
which had been there throughout the summo-.
No longer was this fret borne in upon him
in some subde, mysterious way. The birds
talked of it, die squirrels chattered about it^
the very breeze whbpered of it. Several dmes
he stopped -and drew in die fresh morning ur
in great snifl^ reading a message which made
him leap on with greater speed. He was
oppressed with a fcnx of calamity happenings,
if it were not calamity akeady happened ; and
as he crossed the last watershed and dropped
down into the valley ^ward camp, he proceeded
widi greater caudon.
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Three miles away he came upon a fresh
trail diat sent his neck hair rippling and bris»
ding. It led straight toward camp and John
Thornton. Buck hurried on, swiftly and
stealthily, every nerve straining and tense,,
alert to the multitudinous details which told a
story — all but the end. His nose gave him
a varying description of the passage of the life
on the heels of which he was travelling. He
remarked the pregnant silence of the forest
The bird life had flitted. The squirrels were
in hiding. One only he saw, — a sleek gray
fellow, flattened against a gray dead limb so
that he seemed a part of it, a woody excres-
cence upon the wood itself.
As Buck slid along with the obscureness
of a gliding shadow, his nose was jerked
suddenly to the side as though a positive
force had gripped and pulled it. He followed
the new scent into a thicket and found Nigo
He was lying on his side, dead where he had
dragged himself, an arrow protruding, head
and feathers, from either side of his body.
A hundred yards fother on. Buck came
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upon one of the sled-dogs Thornton had
bought in Dawson. This dog was thrashing
about in a death-struggle^ directly on the trails
and Buck passed around him without stopping.
From the camp came the faint sound of many
voices^ rising and falling in a sing-song chant.
Bellying forward to the edge of the clearing,
he found Hans, lying on his face, feathered
with arrows like a porcupine. At the same
instant Buck peered out where the spruce-
bough lodge had been and saw what made
his hair leap straight up on his neck and
shoulders. A gust of overpowering rage
swept over him. He did not know that he
growled, but he growled aloud with a terrible
ferocity. For the last time in his life he
allowed passion to usurp cunning and reason,
and it was because of his great love for John
Thornton that he lost his head.
The Yeehats were dancing about the wreck-
age of the spruce-bough lodge when they
heard a fearful roaring and saw rushing upon
them an animal the like of which they had
never seen before. It was Buck, a live hurri->
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cane of fury, hurling himself upon them in
a frenzy to destroy. He sprang at the fore-
most man (it was the chief of the Yeehats),
ripping the throat wide open till the rent
jugular spouted a fountain of blood. He did
not pause to worry the victim, but ripped in
passing, with the next bound tearing wide
the throat of a second man. There was no
withstanding him. He plunged about in their
very midst, tearing, rending, destroying, in
constant and terrific motion which defied the
arrows they discharged at him. In fact, so
inconceivably rapid were his movements, and
so closely were the Indians tangled together,
that they shot one another with the arrows;
and one young hunter, hurling a spear at
Buck in mid air, drove it through the chest
of another hunter with such force that the
point broke through the skin of the back
and stood out beyond. Then a panic seized
the Yeehats, and they fled in terror to the
woods, proclaiming as they fled the advent
of the Evil Spirit. .
And truly Buck was the Fiend incarnate.
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raging at their heels and dragging them down
like deer as they raced through the trees. It
was a £iteful day for the Yeehats. Thejr
scattered far and wide over the country, and
it was not till a week later that the last of
the survivors gathered together in a lower
valley and counted their losses. As for Buck,
wearying of the pursuit, he returned to the
desolated camp. He found Pete where he
had been killed in his blankets in the first
moment of surprise. Thornton's desperate
struggle was fresh-written on the earth, and
Buck scented every detail of it down to the
edge of a deep pool. By the edge, head and
fore feet in the water, lay Skeet, faithful to
the last. The pool itself, muddy and dis-
colored from the sluice boxes, effectually hid
what it contained, and it contsdned John
Thornton; for Buck followed his trace into
the water, from which no trace led away.
All day Buck brooded by the pool or roamed
restlessly about the camp. Death, as a ces-
sation of movement, as a passing out and
away from the lives of the living, he knew^
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and he knew John Thornton was dead* It
left a great void in him, somewhat alun to
hunger, but a void which ached and ached,
and which food could not fill. At times,
when he paused to contemplate the carcasses
of the Yeehats, he forgot the pain of it ; and
at such times he was aware of a great pride
in himself, — a pride greater than any he had
yet experienced. He had killed man, the
noblest game of all, and he had killed in the
face of the law of club and fang. He sniffed
the bodies curiously. They had died so
easily. It was harder to kill a husky dog
than them. They were no match at all,
were it not for their arrows and spears and
clubs. Thenceforward he would be unafraid
of them except when they bore in thdr hands
their arrows, spears, and clubs.
Night came on, and a full moon rose high
over the trees into the sky, lighting the land
till it lay bathed in ghostly day. Aiid with
the coming of the night, brooding and mourn-
ing by the pool. Buck became alive to a
stirring of the new life in the forest othitf
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than that which the Yeehats had made. He
stpod up9 listening and scenting. From far
away drifted a fiunt, sharp yelp^ followed by
a chorus of similar sharp yelps. As the
moments passed the yelps grew closer and
louder. Again Buck knew them as things
heard in that other world which persisted in
his memory. He walked to the centre of
the open space and listened. It was the call»
the many-noted call^ sounding more luringly
and compellingly than ever before. And as
never before, he was ready tc^ obey. John
Thornton was dead. The last tie was broken.
Man and the claims of man no longer bound
him.
Hunting their living meat, as the Yeehats
were hunting it, on the flanks of the migrat-
ing moose, the wolf pack had at last crossed
over from the land of streams and timber and
invaded Buck's valley. Into the clearing
where the moonlight streamed, they poured
in a silvery flood ; and in the centre of the
clearing stood Buck, motionless as a statue,
waiting their coming. They were awed, so
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still and large he stood, and a moment's
pause fell, dll the boldest one leaped straight
for him. Like a flash Buck struck, break-
ing the neck. Then he stood, without move-
ment) as before, the stricken wolf rolling in
agony behind him. Three others tried it in
sharp succession; and one after the other
they drew back, streaming blood from slashed
throats or shoulders.
This was sufficient to fling the whole pack
forward, pell-mell, crowded together, blocked
and confused by its eagerness to pull down
the prey. Buck's marvellous quickness and
agility stood him in good stead. Pivoting
on his hind legs, and snapping and gashing,
he was everywhere at once, presenting a front
which was apparently unbroken so swiftly
did he whirl and guard from side to side.
But to prevent them from getting behind him,
he was forced back, down past the pool and
• into the creek bed, till he brought up against
a high gravel bank. He worked along to
a right angle in the bank which the men had
made in the course of mining, and in this
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angle he came to bay^ protected on diree mdes
and with nothing to do but hcc the front.
And so well did he face it, that at the
end of half an hour the wolves drew back
discomfited. The tongues of all were out
and lolling) the white £mgs showing cruelly
white in the moonlight. Some were lying
down with heads raised and ears pricked for-
ward; others stood on their feety watching
him ; and still others were lapping water fi-om
the pool. One wolfy long and lean and
gray, advanced cautiously, in a friendly man-
^tty and Buck recognized the wild brother
with whom he had run for a night and a
day. He was whining softly, and, as Buck
whined, they touched noses.
Then an old wolf, gaunt and batde-scarred,
^ame forward. Buck writhed hb lips into
the preliminary of a snarl, but sniffed noses
with him. Whereupon the old wolf sat
down, pointed nose at the moon, and broke
out the long wolf howl. The others sat
down and howled. And now the call came
to Buck in unm i sta k able accents. He, too.
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tat down and howled. This over, he came
out of his angle and the pack crowded around
him, sniffing in half-fHendly, half-savage man«
ner. The leaders lifted the yelp of the
pack and sprang away into the woods. The
wolves swung in behind, yelping in choruso
And Buck ran with them, side by side with
the wild brother^ yelping as he ran.
And here may well end the story of Bucko
The years were not many when the Yeehats
noted a change in the breed of timber wolves i
for some were seen with splashes of brown
on head and muzzle, and mth a rift, of white
centring down the chest. But more re-
markable than tills, the Yeehats tell of w>
Ghost Dog that runs at the head of the packc
They are afraid of this Ghost Dog, for it has
cunnfng greater than they, stealing from their
camps in fierce winters, robbing their traps^
slaying their dogs, and defying their bravest
hunters.
Nay, the tale grows worse. Hunters ther©
are who fail to return to the camp, and huntesf
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there have been whom thdr tribesmen found
with throats slashed craelly open and with
wolf prints about them in the snow greater
than the prints of any wolf. Each fall^ when
the Yeehats follow the movement of the
moose, there is a certain valley which they
never enter. And women there are who be-
come sad when the word goes over the fire
of how the Evil Spirit came to select that
valley for an abiding-place.
In the summers there is one visitor, how«
ever, to that valley, of which the Yeehats do
not know. It is a great, gloriously coated
wolf, like, and yet unlike, all other wolves.
He crosses alone from the smiling timber land
and comes down into an open space among the
trees. Here a yellow stream flows from rotted
moose-hide sacks and sinks into the ground,
with long grasses growing through it and vege-
table mould overrunning it and hiding its yellow
from the sun; and here he muses for a dme, howl-
ing once, long and mournfully, ere he departs.
But he is not always alone. When the long
winter nights come on and the wolves follow
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their meat into the lower valleys, he may be
seen running at the head of the pack through
the pale moonlight or glimmering borealis, leap°
ing ^gantic above his fellows, his great throat
a-bellow as he sings a song of the younger
world, which is the song of the pack«
FINI5
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BREWSTER'S Millions
BY
GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON
^Thc hero is a young New Yorker of good parts who,
to save an inheritance of seven millions, starts out to
spend a fortune of one million within a year. An eccen*
trie uncle, ignorant of the earlier legacy, leaves him
seven millions to be delivered at the ezpiradon of a year,
on the condition that at that time he is penniless, «nd
has proven himself a capable business man, able to
manage his own affairs. The problem that confronts
Brewster is to spend his legacy without proving himself
either reckless or dissipated. He has ideas about the dis-
position of the seven millions which are not those of the
uncle when he tried to supply an alternative in case the
nephew failed him. His adventures in pursuit of poverty
are decidedly of an unusual kind, and his disappoint-
ments are funny in quite a new way. The dtuadon is
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